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You're luck. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers.
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