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They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. “You must play for us again sometime. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. He was—a millionaire. You can think all round me.
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