Fiction | September 01, 1987

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He walked slowly and apperently speculatively, as well as dubiously eastward, along the semi-tatterdemalion street in which at one time he and Mady (Amelia) had lived??or should he say, had existed??he and she, and for reason of what? His wish?  Hers?

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