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"From whom?" There was no one in the modeling room but Naskowski, the silent, heavy-shouldered Slav who toiled early and late making up for his lost youth. Him Patricia held to be as impersonal as any of the other furnishings of the room, and she readily took him into her plan. "I wish I could draw," mused Patricia, absently sugaring her Frankfurter. "I've got tons of ideas already.".
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