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. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh.
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