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That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. “I expected you this morning,” he said. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. Of you, I mean. The Victoria was Ah Cum's bread and butter.
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