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But throughout, nomatter how affronted she thought she should be, my mother was a Rosenthal, who would take fire and axeto anyone who tried to harm one hair on the head of her kind. So I called Candy. She started to go, and he stopped her. I took a long, deep pull from the kitchen glass, and returnedit.
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