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The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. A piece of seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. “When did you look up my mother’s records at the Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. She had to explain about and pay off that forty pounds.
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