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She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. It jars with all my ideas. ” She opened the car door for herself. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. ” “We are,” said Ann Veronica.
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