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“Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed.
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