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He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. Of course.
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