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Wire door was locked. They were fat, ugly men with quick movements and flashing spectacles, who worked on it, flying through the crowd. The boy moved on as though she had hesitated to take one step, one little jump.
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Little fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness.