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"You read it, Ruth. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. . . ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. ” “But how can I help it? How can I keep silence?” “Please!” she insisted.
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