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moment, tossed away his half-smoked cigarette, turned around, closed his umbrella, and got into the car. The taxi was small but well-equipped; he easily found a clean towel. He reopened the car door..., not asking for much because all he wanted to hear was her calling him husband. That sweet and cloying voice, lingering like a melody that echoed for days, was exactly what he craved. His long finger...