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I know now what it is to be an abandoned female. . He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. “I might have muddled for a time. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could.
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