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“She collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears and sobbed until no more came. This is the end, then, she calculated. She would sell and go back home where she belonged. Life in Wisconsin had beaten them, and she surrendered with nothing but scars to show for it.”

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Book:In a Grove of Maples
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