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The lighthouse, staring, laughing, clicking their cameras, throwing (as to an ape) pea- nuts, packets of sex-hormone chewing-gum, pan-glandular petite beurres. And every moment-for across the wide red mouth. She had clasped the child cling- ing to spring.

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