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She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. Your life is like a funeral March. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. "On my soul, yes," rejoined Jonathan. I guess they were bad all the time. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face.
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