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Her mouth, always excessively lipsticked, intincted everything in the homogeneous color of rotten cherry; when she laughed it went out to her ears, Homeric you would have called her if she were a man; her excited bacchante laughter, which always showed not just the gap between her teeth, not just her catlike tongue, but her tonsils and uvula, shattered the tempered glass windows.
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