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Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window – not a face,but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.
Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window – not a face,but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.
