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I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. I never have known you. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. She then opened Lucy’s meager closet and plucked out a pair of heeled boots usually reserved for weddings and funerals. She came very near that night to resolving that she would return to her home next morning. And if I don’t, I go mad. She found an old drunk wandering the streets. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle.
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