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She moved a little nearer to him. “I suppose, Vee, you don’t see much of those Widgetts now?” “I go in and talk to Constance sometimes. ” She had had so much time to learn the violin that she often thought to herself that she ought to be much more skilled at it. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty.
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