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She would never again be lonely. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. I do want them. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me.
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