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She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. I told them lies. ‘Your niece, ma’am. Then suddenly, in front of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and kissed her unresisting face. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight.
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