It was not a hopeful looking group. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. II. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. “Okay, Mom. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end.
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