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“I think that’s the right name. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a thinly disguised bodice ripper where an “empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical romance novel. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. She was finally dead, going to Hell.
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