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Instead she looked very hard at the woman's chin. On it was a single white hair – visible even in the heavy dusk – that closely resembled a piece of thread hanging off a scrap of fabric. The woman forgot about Rusty for a moment. "I call her Hephzibah," she said with pride. "It's taken years for her to grow.
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