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Despite the chill, she spent the evening hours bundled in a quilt on her fire escape. Anything was better than breathing the same air as the man inside. The terrace across the way led to a pair of open French doors, the living room unabashed, its set dressed in preparation for the dramatic production that would unfold, as it had the previous night.

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