It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. Much to my amazement, as soon as I was in her presence I forgot about my magic and thought only of love. "Poor Mrs.
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