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Then, without warning and completely silently, like a giant bird of prey that had spotted its next meal, from out of the darkness, a large woman on a bicycle swooped into their midst. "I expect you're all here for the visitations," she announced as she glided to a perfect stop in front of them. Her question was delivered as casually as though she was asking who would like more sandwiches at a church tea party. "My name is Ruth, but I expect you all know that," she beamed as she glanced around the crowd. "Or maybe you don't" she concluded at seeing everyone's blank face.
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