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His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. Michelle and her father sat in the audience, Diane having chosen to stay home to prepare dinner. This she would not endure. “I am. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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