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It was a strong one, as if someone werespinning a wire in my flesh. The one with the gold cane who lookedlike an exhibit from Jurassic Park? That's him. wrapped in foil, her uneaten chocolate-marshmallow mouse) and herwhite prescription bag near one outstretched hand. Something else hadn't.
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