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One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. “Will you be moral and your species, or immoral and yourself? We’ve decided to be immoral. I'm about to leave this country for ever.
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