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The lift seemed to go up very slowly. Formless music issued from behind its plush, while a boy in a monkey jacket flicked his hips on the heavier beats. The golden doors parted with a sigh, the boy said “Six,” and Smiley stepped quickly into the corridor.
“we just don’t know what people are like, we can never tell; there isn’t any truth about human beings, no formula that meets each one of us.
