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But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must try to brazen it out. “I love some one else. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. Oh, God!” Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that had eroded through her onion skin flesh.
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