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She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed.
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