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‘My name’s NOT More, Mr. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate.
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