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Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. But no more of that. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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