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Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. I did all for the best, I'm sure. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere.
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