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Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. No, don’t let me call myself that. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. Mr. She felt like a dried-up old woman. He seemed to be. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. My will never faltered.
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