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🏆 “Oh, I don’t mind so much now,” answered Joan. “Now that I’ve seen a friendly face, I shall go home and go to bed early.” Joan laughed without raising her face. “Yes, ma’am, I know that,” she answered. “I’ll be good.”!

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