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It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick. He couldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father.
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