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She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. “Why do you need to go for a walk, Michelle?” Diane asked darkly. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement. You cannot draw. Beethoven; he’s the best of them.
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