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“No, those are my brother’s dog tags. She directed the orchestra to tune again. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. The area was sparsely populated. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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