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’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. . The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. His Dad is an electrical engineer at the same place as my dad works and his mom used to be a model, I’m not kidding.
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