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‘Here we go again. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Which is C?” Ann Veronica, with a curious sinking of the heart, regarded the black cavities of the vans.
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