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There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. Section 3. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father.
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