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Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. My death, probably. Auntie has taken the nails out of my palms, but the scars will always be there. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. I heard from David about you only this morning.
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