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The barber came to the house and cut Massie and Flavio's hair. Flavio, who had a stroke and a few other things, swept. Monia and I shopped, again. This is going to be a problem in a couple of weeks as I have purchased 7, yes seven, pairs of shoes. One morning, we appeared for breakfast in the same shirts - hers grey, mine black.
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