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Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. She decided to leave after Prom. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact.
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