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a high-roller. One enclosed bulb burned feebly in the ceiling. (There ought to be some remorse in there somewhere, for a Mommy gone where all the good grease-firevictims go. The house was usually dead silent, not even thesibilant whispering of water in the pipes, the creaking of timbers settling, the humming of the refrigerator.
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