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'What do you want?' Nurse Caroline asked him coldly. 'You're going to make Angel hate me!' Candy cried. the river bargemen, then the prostitutes, then the vagrants and the thugs, and (at last) there was a church. He stood very still and listened; he could always track Fuzzy down by his sound—lungs, waterwheel and fan—but the silence Homer Wells

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