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“You’ll do no such thing, Sheila. I had already won wars and sailed ships to distant lands by the time I was thirty. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an outburst, like an invocation. Opals. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in.
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