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It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. But he only went home again to Paddington.
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