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‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone.
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