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“Excellent!” he exclaimed. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. Maybe it’s his loss. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.

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