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Aunt Sammie appeared at my side.
My name came from behind me.
« Clover? »
I turned.
An older man stood there — maybe late 60s. He was clean-shaven but deeply creased. His tie was too tight, like someone else had knotted it for him. He held his cup in both hands, like it might slip.
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