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The Magdalene. He knew she was out there, he could feel it. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with.
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