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“Well,” she said. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. She chuckled. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. And the age gets higher. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad.
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