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She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. She stepped on to the pavement almost before him, and his blood turned almost to ice as he saw that she was not alone. Pramlay lived for amenities and the mellowed surfaces of things.
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