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Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. Sheppard. Those I don’t mind, though, the games. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. That knot also would be cut. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others.
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