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He crept into the rose garden, his heavy black bag bumping against his thigh. The fence, high black and cold, was now behind him.
The casino was extremely noisy. Joe did not feel at all at home there, and shuffled awkwardly to a wall, trying to ignore the cheers and yells and denying any drinks offered to him.
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