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It needed you, the Master!" They had again clasped hands and were smiling.

Memories of the previous months were passing before their eyes, visions of their life from five to seven in the afternoon, dancing in the hotels of the Champs Elysees where the tango had been inexorably associated with a cup of tea.
She appeared to tear herself away from these recollections, impelled by a tenacious obsession which had slipped from her mind in the first moments of their meeting.
"Do you know much about what's happening?
Tell me all.

People talk so much.

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