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And because she could possess nothing else the old mistress kept all that she despised close to her heart. I often found her in that room full of photographs and curses. She would tell me stories while we sat in the veranda. But all that she kept from me, all about that possessed corner of her heart was truly I hoped to learn someday.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
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And because she could possess nothing else the old mistress kept all that she despised close to her heart. I often found her in that room full of photographs and curses. She would tell me stories while we sat in the veranda. But all that she kept from me, all about that possessed corner of her heart was truly I hoped to learn someday.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
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