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Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. Their small talk continued. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. The guards had great difficulty in preserving a clear passage without resorting to severe measures, for the tide, which poured upon them behind, around, in front, and at all sides, was almost irresistible. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening.
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