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Practically. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar.
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