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The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door.
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