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Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. She examined Michelle’s pale face.
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