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Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. When he saw, his roars could be heard across the lagoon. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. "After all," he said, "this is the safest weapon. He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him.
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