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Somewhere, where we can talk without interruption. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. It seemed to encapsulate the mosquito like a little piece of moonlight, it was talismanic to her.
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