” “And he sat at my table,” Annabel said bitterly, “and yet he did not know me. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. And nothing to tell her where to begin. I want to do something. ” She shivered. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. " The doctor did not reply to this rather ambiguous statement, but pushed back his chair and signed to McClintock to follow.
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