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Teenagers buzzed about her newly discovered talent for the violin in the same sentences as they gossiped about her torrid police scandal and a lost mother who remained in the deep shadows of murder mystery. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. Still, one has to be reasonable.
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