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Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. . It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. “What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. " Almost the identical words of the boy.
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