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“Those were good. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough to speak to her the other day.
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