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Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. “I want to find an address. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. ‘So are you. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Lucy looked down, noticing that Michelle had left her shoes in the entryway. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. White,” she remarked.
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