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Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. ’ She bit her lip, frowning.
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