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The months that followed September spiraled downward. "I had a terrible dream last night. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. I do not blame you for the act. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband.
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