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Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept. Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades, new family developments. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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