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The last time ever she'd seen him,
   the crowd gathered just to leave him.

Caught in the middle of a hundred and five:
      the night was heavy and the air was alive
   but she couldn't find how to push through.

Whereto from here?

Not Quite Entirely Antiquated: Some of the Usual Suspects:
(brought to you in Alphabetical Order by Surname)
Ancient History:

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