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"I have enjoyed myself this evening, Philip. Thank you so much."fat, with a broad, red face, and black hair plastered neatly on each sideleaped at the thought of going to see her that afternoon, when his day's
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Sam riffled her fingers through the manila folders. Each was labeled with a name, neatly printed by hand in block letters. Although the files varied in thickness, all were crisp and neat, as if he made up a new folder if one should become battered or began to slump down in its prescribed position.“Sam? This is Rose at the thrift shop? Did I interrupt anything?”“Here,” he grumbled, shoving a folded sheet of paper at her.
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