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AT THE doorway, people pass each other all day. Some are coming this way and some are going that way. It was here that the old lady leaned, light-boned and blue-veined, on her chromium frame, as her legs shuffled ever onwards.
They were the same legs that once skipped easily on rouged nights under the swirling lights of the hall, where cool young men watched in naked admiration and whistled low, nonchalantly hooking thumbs on the belts of their trousers.See the full content of this document
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At the Doorway, People [ ... ]
"Hmm," they had said then.
Now, on this doorstep, she hoped that someone would notice that her white waves had been newly curled by the hairdresser."Oh, you look lovely," said a beaming nurse...See the full content of this document
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