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For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. “I go to private school right now. ‘I see well that I am dealing with you. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. “I shall be very glad to have you for a friend,” he said, “loving friend.
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