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The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday. How did you like Tristan?” Ann Veronica paused the fraction of a second before her reply came. “I don’t want children, Lucy.
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