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\" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. ” Michelle gasped. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others.
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