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Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. Shari regaled Lucy with soap operatic tales of boy-girl intrigues at the high school, then spoke of her aspirations for the future. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. It was not a long prayer. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. .
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