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The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. This she would not endure. " "Horror!" cried Jack. So kind, so good to me always. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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