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She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood.
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