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Her mouth was dry and her mind more vacuous than empty. That she no longer cared might be putting too fine a point on it, rather, she no longer minded. Geese and ganders came to mind. Sod them – two can play this game.
She lengthened her stride and as they turned across the footpath to mount the stairs, out of the corner of her eye she saw the white parcel slip from fist to palm. Another deal was done, another train readies to leave the station. Her eyes glistened with possibility, as she lowered her gaze to feign oblivion.
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