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His food lay untouched about his plate. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V.
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