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This Joan would hold them for a little. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. 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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