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She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. She could not stir hand or foot. “You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. Tell Bess to slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood. She flew to the door, but returned the next minute, looking deeply disappointed, and bringing the intelligence that it was "only Mrs.
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