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Never mind, I’ve got plenty. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. I go back about once a year. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. You don’t want to look like Bozo.
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