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Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. “I don’t have time for this. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair.
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