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Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales.
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