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“she plunged her nose into the fragrant mist, closed her eyes and imagined herself far away, very far away, at one of those Middle Eastern markets that the bombs had reduced to rubble, in one of those gardens that no longer exists except in fairly tales.”

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Book:The Girl Who Reads on the Métro
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