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The Green Ribbon You Favor, (...) at a leisurely pace opens: hook a red coffer enhaced with pomegranate potrait on every corner. The letters I write each night are kept sprucely, never folded... because I know that whenever I wind─up and leave my lecturn, you will howler them into that coffer and unfold them out one by one.
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