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“So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed. Michelle bypassed the ordering counter and surfed directly to their table. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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