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“How do you feel?” she asked. . Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. ‘Eh bien?’ She thrust again, from the same place. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. What is there?” “Tristan.
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