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’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away.
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