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’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened. Maybe it’s his loss.
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