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By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. I did think it could be done. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. She was quite unconcerned. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree.
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