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I bring you tidings of an old friend. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. She opened the door to him herself. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. The girl’s eyes never left his face.
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