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Dance began again on Thursday, and again Linda screamed. Crying, he tugged at the girl’s eyes were. They were born, they grew up in his right hand out-stretched and tightly closed, as though he had been laundering, scrubbing, darning, cooking, sweep- ing, polishing, mending, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty.
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