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“Your mother was a Gypsy. She's fine. “Not a bit. She passed down the stairs and into the street. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. \"Yep. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. You denied it at the time—but unfortunately I have proof.
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