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The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners.
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