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Rousing himself, he went to the door. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. They always get back together. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it.
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