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The sun streamed into the kitchen making the room mellow and warm. Dave looked out the window into the garden next door. Somebody was moving about in the lush tropical growth that had become untidy during the past couple of years. Old Jacobson had grown old and withered, finally dying just a few months previously. His children had finally sold the place but Dave had yet to meet the people who had bought it. Clearly, the figure he could see was one of them.

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