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Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. “Why not? It might amuse me. He was bewildered. “She can’t go now. It can wait a bit longer. “She”, you say. His tone was kind and sympathetic. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. .
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