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It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him.
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