She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. Look at me. “No, no, no. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support.
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