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The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Take, if you please, your own pistol. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a recent use of the powder puff. It is the same man, for he raved in the hospital, and they fetched me.
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