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” Teddy made some confused noise, a thoracic street row; some remark was assassinated by a rival in his throat and buried hastily under a cough. This girl whom he had met by chance and befriended had done both. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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