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" "That is to say, you wish you had let me die?" "That was the thought. I will go with you. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. I’m a hard young woman.
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