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The sunbeam somehow got into the internal decorations of Nancy and filtered out through her eyes. Their amber depths seemed to have turned into liquid gold. A loud whisper from Pete Stolway disturbed the orator. “Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.”.
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