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His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. No doubt there’s some little mistake.
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