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The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer.
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