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The kettle was black. That often went without saying, but Sarah couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she sat in Mrs. Paddington's small apartment and stared at the kettle on her stove top. The little old lady shuffled in and gave Sarah an inquiring look. The girl managed to halt her laughter and shoot the woman a smile, shaking her head as though to assure her that yes, the young woman sitting at her kitchen table was entirely sane.