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... le where she usually took her meals.
Her hands would have celebrated their newfound freedom from the weight of the poem anthology that had caused her wrists to ache if it weren't, of course, for the... Noises that had traveled to the young woman's ears.
From the bathroom they came or so thought Arabella. Thus, and very carefully, she approached the door, practically tiptoeing all the way there.
The sounds multiplied, were random and sudden. Sometimes they were reminiscent ...
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