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Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. But it was the form of her ruling determination; it was the only form that she ever allowed to see daylight. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. I have the right also to throw you out. And immeasurable was the calm evolved from this knowledge. The ring's yours, and you're mine. It was Blueskin. You can’t go.
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