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Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. \"Stop smiling, you're scaring me.
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