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been lying, and her hair – which was longer in this life – felt dirty and
bedraggled. She tried to make herself look as presentable as it was possible
to look in the two seconds before the arrival of a man she simultaneously
slept with ever y night and also hadn’t ever slept with. Schrödinger’s
husband, so to speak.
And then, suddenly, there he was.
