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The piece of paper voyeur girl he held in his hand was beginning to look as creased as his shirt had become over the course of the day, as he pulled the slip out of his pocket for the umpteenth time.
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A buzz emerged from the door that died off as he pushed it open; the crackle of the intercom signaling the woman had put the receiver down.
