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Remember what the conjuror said. “Well,” she said. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter.
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