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... last scene in my memory is in Poor Man's Lane. In the cold winter, it finally snowed in Los Angeles, the first snow.
She was wearing a long-worn cloak, curled up in a corner, shivering at the white snow in the sky.
The flower-like face was mottled and ugly, and even the dirtiest beggar was startled and kicked her away.
All ten fingers that were slender and soft had frostbite and festering, and she no longer felt pain when the cold attacked her.
The snowflak ...
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