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The voice that reached us was the kind of voice that had the power to put its listeners at ease, one without any particular force behind it. This is a voice I’ve heard countless times.
“Grgh?! What do you think you’re doing here, Anat?!”
Laladi’s cry is somewhere between surprise and utter disgust. Anat is dressed in her usual habit, and her eyes are closed in a way that makes her exude an aura of kindness. She draws closer to us, not paying ...
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