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		She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile 
    Haunting her face like a cheap motel sign. Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs. Stepping up boldly one put out his hand. He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man." (Pink Floyd)  | 
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