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“There'd been a time when people had been quick to tell her how "cute" she was. You've got such nice features, it's like they came out of a copybook. You look like a dancer with that black hair, a salon perm would be pointless on you. But after that summer when she was eighteen, the summer of the fountain, no one said such things to her anymore.”

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