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She pushed. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with blood and body as a mortgage. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. Trenchard glanced at the document.
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