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The woman, sale to whom I had paid little attention until now, denture was I would say in her middle to late thirties. She had a long thin face with a starved, don’t beat me sort of countenance.  Her hair was bleach white and dry and I suspected that if caught in the wind it would rattle. . Her eyes were fog  grey and set back in her head. Her nose was thin and sported a large brown mole on the  left hand side. Her lips were tinged with blue and I wonder if her mouth was sprung. She wore no makeup although the rash on her cheekbones suggested a dab of rouge might once have been applied. She was the sort of person around whom you would never feel warm, even on a summers day.

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