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Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. She threw him his car keys. I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now. I want you to be clear what you’re really and truly up to, anyhow.
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