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And, yet, I don't know. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. ” “Very well,” Anna said.
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