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He could hear her bag slapping solidly against her side, and it occurred to him that he had never seen her carrying a bag like that before. Nothing. Pomeroy. That was all he did know. I still care about the book. There were three doors in the room, two to the left and one straight ahead, between the refrigerator and the pantry alcove. He halted, stared at the five that were left encased in their mutilated cellophane sheet, and gobbled a fourth. Tomb Raider