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Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. The resemblance was amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was in the background. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. “You must be the Miss Pellissier of whom David has told me so much,” he said, shyly. I have done n-nothing. White assented. I’ve had enough of it.
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