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‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. I told them lies. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family.
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