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She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. Mirrors. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. “Why waste yourself, John?” 241 < 31 > THE CONCERT Martin Chen showed up early for the pre-concert warm-up at 5:00. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. “Why?” He inquired. Her fingers rested upon his. Don’t be afraid that I shall stunt it. ” “Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline.
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