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She was no longer a confederate in that. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites.
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