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            'Rebecca,' I asked aloud, 'are you here?' There came that dizziness again, and, whereas I had been just a little afraid ut his chest in the cold November air and experience a sense of well-being that he had never known before. His face was stubbly with his rough beard, and he wore a bib of sorts, and dribbled from the edge of his mouth. , and I marveled now to see the gathering of couches and chairs just as it had been when Rebecca served me her mythical coffee.

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