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The echo of the rowdy group’s laughter
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The echo of the rowdy group’s laughter, the loud lie of the friend, and the cruel murmurs of the city’s wealthiest families vanished in an
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The echo of the entourage’s playful laughter
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The echo of the entourage’s playful laughter, the sycophantic nodding of the assistant, and the judgmental murmurs of the Silicon Valley elite vanished
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The murmuring echoes of the howling autumn wind off Lake
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The murmuring echoes of the howling autumn wind off Lake Michigan and the soft clinking of the glasses in the den vanished in an instant, swallowed by
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The cheerful chatter of the holiday crowd
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The cheerful chatter of the holiday crowd and the impatient scolding of the concierge in that opulent Chicago winter lodge vanished in an instant, swallowed
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The roaring laughter, the clatter of heavy coffee mugs
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The roaring laughter, the clatter of heavy coffee mugs, and the loud jokes over burgers and fries in that neon-lit Arizona diner vanished in an instant
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The clinking of spilling coins
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The clinking of spilling coins on the pavement, the judgmental whispers of the gathering crowd, and the low, heavy hum of the Atlanta traffic vanished
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The murmurs of the elite crowd
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The murmurs of the elite crowd and the haughty echoes of the floor manager’s voice vanished in an instant, swallowed by a suffocating silence that
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The glittering chandeliers of the Manhattan hotel
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The glittering chandeliers of the Manhattan hotel and the haughty murmurs of New York’s upper class vanished in an instant, swallowed by a suffocating
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The roar of laughter, the heavy thud of work boots
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The roar of laughter, the heavy thud of work boots, and the rhythmic clatter of thick coffee mugs in that lively Oregon tavern vanished in an instant
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The howling of the blizzard burying
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The howling of the blizzard burying the Upper East Side and the violent rattling of the glass windows in that penthouse loft vanished in an instant, swallowed
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