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The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. ‘Now what?’ The guard jerked his head up the corridor. ” Michelle gasped. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. I’m going up to London with the Widgetts to that ball. Their flitting hands were always touching.
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