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“Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. White is proud of her drawing-room evenings. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. To shore up a business that never had any foundation, he wanted me to lend him a hundred thousand; and for his sake as well as for mine I had to refuse. . They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this.
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