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Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “John, I’m so hungry. ” He said mischievously. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once.
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