- What kind of game are you up to? - he asked. His face was so close that she even saw the play of green and brown colors in the pupils of his eyes. - I do not contrive, - she said quietly. - And I did not spend - he said, stooping even lower. His thick beard covered his cheek almost touched her cheek, and she felt on his face the breath. - There was a time, when I danced to your tune, because he believed that there was some special bond between us. Then you rejected me. I will never believe you.
Signaling Networks and Cell Cycle Control: The Molecular Basis of Cancer and Other Diseases
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