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" "I sha'n't want these curtains. Ramage—about the forty pounds. ” Michelle stubbed out her cigarette with her foot and sauntered back to the cafeteria. Gold-handled, too. To—to find myself. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket.
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