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“Bet ji darė stebuklus. Ką ji turėjo – nežinau. Šeimos karalienė!.. Supranti? Dabar viskas kitaip. Jūs kažką sumynėte. Ir jūsų merginos kažką sumynė. Turbūt viską sumynė. Į purvą! Supranti, į purvą! Viską! Stebuklų daryti nebegali. Ir laimė mirė. Tyliai, palengva mirė.”

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