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... f pages turning, there was silence.
The embroidery ladies shifted their gaze from the girl back to the rabbit dozing off in its elevated position, attentively examining and finding the right angle against the light, contemplating where to start stitching, while skillfully splitting the threads with their nimble fingers.
Time passed quickly. It was time for lunch.
The old embroiderers opposite packed up and left the room, planning not to stay for lunch as they were off dut ...
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