For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity. Her back arched slightly in response. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. It will take at least three weeks. I’ve bored you or something. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly.
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