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Simply. She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. “Since last night. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. ” The conversation hung.
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