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‘If you had met her, you’d understand. Think, ma’am. They took their places at a distant table. I’m not sure if Janine cared. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her.
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