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She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Leave the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter it again at your peril. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. It is useless to talk.
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