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The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. I’ve got too much work. They got in my mouth. I didn't mean it. ‘I do not see at all. “What was that?” she asked sharply. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava.
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