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She pulled a few strands of her hair from her head to leave with Michelle’s. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. Most of my successes in life have been made with a sort of reckless vigor. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian.
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