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She pulled her hand away quickly. You’re dealing with me now, not Gerald. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat.
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