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She sat in a room white as a cake of soap. On a bitter New England night. Backbone erect. "I never thought I'd marry. What man would have me? Always knew I'd be a spinster: All those peculiarities to me. Born with three hands. Oh, they amputated one all right but I always bore a football scar, the lacing that laced my hand Look at Sherwood Andersen's Winesburg, Ohio. Everyone a misfit, a gargoyle, a Quasimodo. |
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