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''fuselage'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜enc｜20260127002836-00-•
He lay on his side and watched her breathe, her breasts, the sweep of a flank defined with the functional elegance of a war plane’s fusilage. Her body was spare, neat, the muscles like a dancer’s.
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