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To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. “I’m fine,” she said softly. And so she came upon the word Love.
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