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A sob was strangled in her throat. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. She was silent. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe.
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