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🎮 “I wish you would always be yourself, as you are now,” she said, “and never pose.” “What about the other people irritating us?” suggested Joan.!

🏆 CHAPTER XV It could be done. She felt it. If only one could summon up the needful brutality. If only one could stifle that still, small voice of Pity.!

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