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“There are no males at men to stare; A man scores always, everywhere. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing. \"So, guess who just asked me to the Junior Prom?\" Lucy's eyes widened.
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