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"I'm thankful I took my wings off," said Ariel, leaning back in her chair with a soft sigh of satisfaction. "You've no notion how much you long to sit down when you know you daren't do it for fear of crushing the frames of these things. It's not tiredness; it's simply tantalization."
She turned her eyes inquisitively on the bearded figure of her partner.