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Anna stared back at every one with undaunted composure. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light.
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