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" He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. ” “No. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive.
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