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‘Parbleu, but what a person you make me! One who spies. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. In those revolutionary times one had to be prepared. 1. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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