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The house was large by her standards, double story and sprawling centred in well-kept grounds on a sizeable block of land in an older more affluent part of the city than where she lived. Not exactly a mansion, but certainly impressive. She drive up the drive and parked her little Mazda hatchback around the side of the building as she’d been directed, among the other cars hidden from view, leaving the main approach clear for the real guests who would presumably be arriving in much nicer cars. As she alighted she was approached by a sharp-faced woman with an iPad, wearing an elaborate dress in a black and green shimmery material. 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