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She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. He was all alone, like herself. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go.
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