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just furtive meetings. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. Silly woman!. “No one asks you to care for them.
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