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That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. “Girls. It was clear it must be to-morrow. ‘I think you’ve gone stark, staring crazy. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather, and blot Lucy’s face with makeup.
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