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There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity.
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