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“I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. There stepped forth a tall brown man. For what she lacked in appearance, Sheila compensated in gossip. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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