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She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. “Carolyn loves ‘Fiddler on the Roof. Oh, God!” Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that had eroded through her onion skin flesh. “How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with myself?. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. “I’m not that beautiful. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them.
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