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It was a little casing house on a road of about indistinguishable houses with slick yet desolate yards isolated by steel wall. The inside was dim. There were overwhelming blinds on the windows and Catholic reverential craftsmanship on the dividers (he had never said that he was Catholic) as though from another period, a different universe. London Escorts mom was expected home from work in a few hours, and we were staying for lunch. He was welcomed by a major shaggy canine who was excited to see him.
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