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’ Shock spread across her lovely features. And I don’t. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. . They stopped talking, except to each other. “Let us walk across the Park at least,” he said to Ann Veronica. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper.
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