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Lillian sat near a window by necessitybecause the room had so many of them, they could not be avoided. She was brushingher hair, the glossy ringlets bouncinglike bungee cords dangling from a bridge.The monotonous drone of a lawn mower mingled with the blareof music…
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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