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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. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. That’s why I wanted your weapons. But that instinct is severely dampened most of the time. "Get about your business!" "Thames!" cried Jack, beckoning to his friend.
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