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""You wanna quit staring at my chest?" "I'm not staring, miss." "Right! Your head hasn't moved since I sat down. You can't hide behind those mirror shades!" I took off the sunglasses and heard her gasp when she saw the empty eye sockets. "Looks like isn't always is," I said, as I unfolded my cane.
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