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I made the pies. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. "The marriage was never consummated," continued the imperturbable stranger. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. Her voice was weak and flat. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse.
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