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He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. He took over, doing his best to rearrange his overly sensitive member back into his pants. The buboes broke and God took Lucia's mother. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus.
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