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... less raindrops fell on the eaves, the roof, and the windowpanes.
Inside Angel’s room.
The sheets piled on the bed were quite disheveled, with scattered lingerie and wrinkled bedding, all seeming to speak of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
The pleated skirt had found its way to the floor at some unknown time, like a discarded toy, no longer cared for or needed.
And on this large, pristine bed, the blanket formed a landscape of rolling hills, obscuring ...
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