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E. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Thames, look the door. He had something across his knees. 266 She peered up at him. "Mrs. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account.
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