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My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess.
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