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@@@@@?Just wondering what you're doing,? Jamie answered, his voice striving for nonchalance and only just failingJeb stopped when he got to me and turned to look at Jamie?Takin' her for a tour of the placeJust like I do for any newcomer There was another low grumble?Can I come?? Jamie askedI saw Sharon shake her head feverishly, her expression outraged?Doesn't bother me? if you can mind your manners I had to move then?to knot my fingers together in front of meI wanted so badly to push Jamie's untidy hair out of his eyes and then leave my arm around his neckSomething that would not go over well, I was sure?Let's go,? Jeb said to us bothHe took us back out the way we had comeJeb walked on one side of me, Jamie on the otherJamie seemed to be trying to stare at the floor, but he kept glancing up at my face?just like I couldn't help glancing down at hisWhenever our eyes met, we looked away again quicklyWe were about halfway down the big hall when I heard the quiet footsteps behind usMy reaction was instantaneous and unthinkingI skittered to one side of the tunnel, sweeping Jamie along with one arm so that I was between him and whatever was coming for me?Hey!? he protested, but he did not knock my arm awayJeb was just as quickThe gun twirled out of its strap with blinding speedIan and the doctor both raised their hands above their heads?We can mind our manners, too,? the doctor saidIt was hard to believe that this soft-spoken man with the friendly expression was the resident torturer

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One day, Merry told her father, she noticed a youngish black bum, new to the park, watching her tutoring her boysShe knew immediately what that meantA thousand times before she'd thought it was the FBI and a thousand times she'd been wrong--in Oregon, in Idaho, in Kentucky, in Maryland, the FBI watching her at the stores where she clerked

She's in a room in Newark in the most awful situation imaginableI cannot describe to you how she livesIf you had only told me, it would all be different!" "We wouldn't have had an affair--that's all that would have been differentOf course I knew that you might be hurt "By what?" "By my having seen herBut to bring it all up again? I didn't know where she wasI didn't have any more information on herThat's the whole thingBut she wasn't crazy "It's not crazy to blow up the general store? It's not crazy to make a bomb, to plant a bomb in the post office of the general store?" "I'm saying that at my house she wasn't crazy "She'd already been crazyYou knew she'd been crazyWhat if she went on to kill somebody else? Isn't that a bit of a responsibility? She did, you knowShe killed three more peopleWhat do you think of that?" "Don't say things just to torture me "I'm telling you something! She killed three more people! You could have prevented that!" "You're torturing meYou're trying to torture me "She killed three more people!" And that was when he pulled Count's picture off the wall and hurled it at her feetBut that did not faze her--that seemed only to chanel watch women bring her under her own control againActing the role of herself, without rage, without even a reaction, dignified, silent, she turned and left the room "What can be done for her?" he was growling, and all the while, down on his knees, carefully gathering together the shattered fragments of the glass and dumping them into Dawn's wastebasket"What can be done for her? What can be done for anyone? Nothing can be doneSixteen years old and completely crazyShe blew up a buildingYou had no right to let her go!" Without its glass, the picture of the immovable Count he hung again over the desk, and then, as though listening to people unabatedly chattering on about something or other were the task assigned him by the forces of destiny, he returned from the savagery of where he'd been to the solid and orderly ludicrousness of a dinner partyThat's what was left to hold him together--a dinner partyAll there was for him to cling to as the entire enterprise of his life continued careering toward destruction--a dinner party To the candlelit terrace he duteously returned, while bearing within him everything that he could not understand Dishes had been cleared, the salad eaten, and knock off tiffany jewelry dessert served, fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie from McPherson'sThe Swede saw that the guests had rearranged themselves for the last courseOrcutt, hiding still the vicious shit that he was behind the Hawaiian shirt and the raspberry trousers, had moved across the table and sat talking with the Umanoffs, all of them amiable and laughing together now that Deep Throat was off the agendaDeep Throat had never been the real subject anywayBoiling away beneath Deep Throat was the far more disgusting and transgressive subject of Merry, of Sheila, of Shelly, of Orcutt and Dawn, of wantonness and betrayal and deception, of treachery and disunity among neighbors and friends, the subject of crueltyThe mockery of human integrity, every ethical obligation destroyed--that was the subject here tonight! The Swede's mother had come around to sit beside Dawn, who was talking with the Salzmans, and his father and Jessie were nowhere to be seen Dawn asked, "Important?" "The Czech guyThe information I wantedWhere's my dad?" He waited for her to say "Dead," but after she looked around she mouthed only "Don't know" and turned back to Shelly and Sheila "Daddy left with MrsOrcutt," his mother cartier tank louis whispered"They went somewhere together Orcutt came up to himThey were the same size, both big men, but the Swede had always been the stronger, going back to their twenties, to when Merry was born and the Levovs moved out to Old Rimrock from their apartment on Elizabeth Avenue in Newark and the newcomer had showed up for the Saturday morning touch-football games back of Orcutt's houseOut there just for the fun of it, to enjoy the fresh air and the feel of the ball and the camaraderie, to make some new friends, the Swede had not the slightest inclination to appear showy or superior, except when he simply had no choice: when Orcutt, who off the field had never been other than kind and considerate, began to use his hands more recklessly than the Swede considered sportsmanlike--in a way that the Swede considered cheap and irritating, for a pickup game the worst sort of behavior even if Orcutt's team did happen to have fallen behindAfter it had occurred for two weeks in a row, he decided the third week to do what he of course could have done at any time--to dump himAnd so, near the end of the game, with a single, swift maneuver--employing the other person's weight to do the omega watches for sale damage--he managed at once to catch a long pass from Bucky Robinson and to make sure Orcutt was sprawled in the grass at his feet, before he pranced away to pile on the scorePranced away and thought, of all things, "I don't like being looked down on," the words that Dawn had used to decline joining The Orcutt Family Cemetery TourHe had not realized, not till he was speeding alone toward the goal line, how much Dawn's assailability had gotten to him nor how unsettled he was by the remotest likelihood (a likelihood that, to her face, he had dismissed) of his wife's being ridiculed out here for growing up in Elizabeth the daughter of an Irish plumberWhen, after scoring, he turned around and saw Orcutt still on the ground, he thought, "Two hundred years of Morris County history, flat on its ass--that'll teach you to look down on Dawn LevovNext time you'll play the whole game on your ass," before trotting back up the field to see if Orcutt was all right The Swede knew that once he got him on the floor of the terrace he would have no difficulty in slamming Orcutt's head against the flagstones as many times as might be required to get him into that cemetery with his distinguished black chanel quilted bag cl

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They didn't have any art hanging on the walls when he was a kid, let alone "modern" art--art hadn't existed in his house any more than it did in Dawn'sThe Dwyers had religious pictures, which might even be what accounted for Dawn's having all of a sudden become a connoisseur of "formal means": a secret embarrassment about growing up where, aside from the framed photos of Dawn and her kid brother, the only pictures were pictures of the Virgin Mary and of Jesus' heartThese tasteful people have modern art on the wall, we're going to have modern art on the wallFormal means on the wallHowever much Dawn might deny it, wasn't there something of that going on here? Irish envy? She'd bought the painting right out of Orcutt's studio for exactly half as much as it had cost them to buy Count when he was a baby bullThe Swede told himself, "Forget the dough, write it off--you can't compare a bull to a painting," and in this way managed to control his disappointment when he saw Meditation #27 go up on the very spot where once there had been the portrait of Merry that he'd loved, a painstakingly perfect if somewhat overly pinkish likeness of the glowing child in blond bangs she had been at sixIt had been painted in oils for them by a jovial old gent down in New Hope who wore a smock and a beret in his studio there--he'd taken the time to serve them mulled wine and tell them about his cheap prada handbags apprenticeship copying paintings in the Louvre--and who'd come to the house six times for Merry to sit for him at the piano, and wanted only two thousand smackers for the painting and the gilt frameBut as the Swede was told, since Orcutt hadn't asked for the additional thirty percent it would have cost had they purchased #27 from the frame shop, the five grand was a bargain His father's comment, when he saw the new painting, was "How much the guy charge you for that?" With reluctance Dawn replied, "Five thousand dollars "Awful lot of money for a first coatWhat's it going to be?" "Going to be?" Dawn had replied sourly"Well, it ain't finishedI hope it ain't___Is it?" "That it isn't 'finished,'" said Dawn, "is the idea, Lou "Yeah?" He looked again"Well, if the guy ever wants to finish it, I can tell him how "Dad," said the Swede, to forestall further criticism, "Dawn bought it because she likes it," and though he also could have told the guy how to finish it (probably in words close to those his father had in mind), he was more than willing to hang anything Dawn bought from Orcutt just because she had bought itIrish envy or no Irish envy, the painting was another sign that the desire to live had become stronger in her than the wish to die that had put her into the psychiatric clinic twice"So the picture is shit," he told his father later"The thing is, she wanted itThe thing is she chanel bags collection wants againPlease," he warned him, feeling himself--strangely, given the slightness of the provocation--at the edge of anger, "no more about that picture And Lou Levov being Lou Levov, the next time he visited Old Rimrock the first thing he did was to walk up to the picture and say loudly, "You know something? I like that thingI'm gettin' used to it and I actually like itLook," he said to his wife, "look at how the guy didn't finish itSee that? Where it's blurry? He did that on purpose In the back of Orcutt's van was his large cardboard model of the new Levov house, ready to unveil to the guests after dinnerSketches and blueprints had been piling up in Dawn's study for weeks now, among them a diagram prepared by Orcutt charting how sunlight would angle into the windows on the first day of each month of the year"A flood of sunlight," said Dawn"Light!" she exclaimed"Light!" And if not with the brutal directness that could truly test to the limit his understanding of her suffering and of the panacea she'd devised, by implication she was damning yet again the stone house he loved and, too, the old maple trees he loved, the giant trees that shaded the house against the summer heat and every autumn ceremoniously cloaked the lawn in a golden wreath at whose heart he'd hung Merry's swing once upon a time The Swede couldn't get over those trees in the first years out in Old RimrockIt gucci women's watches was more astonishing to him that he owned trees than that he owned factories, more astonishing that he owned trees than that a child of the Chancellor Avenue playing field and the unbucolic Weequahic streets should own this stately old stone house in the hills where Washington had twice made his winter camp during the Revolutionary WarIt was puzzling to own trees--they were not owned the way a business is owned or even a house is ownedIf anything, they were held in trustYes, for all of posterity, beginning with Merry and her kids To protect against ice storms and high winds, he had cables installed in each of the big maples, four cables forming a rough parallelogram against the sky where the heavy branches opened dramatically out some fifty feet upThe lightning rods that snaked from the trunk to the topmost point of each tree he arranged to have inspected annually, just to be on the safe sideTwice a year, the trees were sprayed against insects, every third year they were fertilized, and regularly an arborist came around to prune out the deadwood and check the overall health of the private park beyond their doorMerry's family's trees In the fall--just as he had always planned it--he'd be sure to get home from work before the sun went down, and there she would be--just as he had planned it--swinging high up over the fallen leaves encircling the maple by the front door, their tiffany jewelry wholesale largest tree, from which he'd first suspended that swing for her when she was only twoUp she would swing, nearly into the leaves of the branches that spread just beyond the panes of their bedroom windowsand, though to him those precious moments at the end of each day had symbolized the realization of his every hope, to her they had meant not a goddamn thingShe turned out to love the trees no more than Dawn had loved the houseWhat she worried about was AlgeriaThe kid in that swing, the kid in that treeThe kid in that tree who was now on the floor of that room The Orcutts had come early so that Bill and Dawn would have time together to go over the problem of the link that was to join the one-story house to the two-story garageOrcutt had been away in New York for a couple of days, and Dawn was impatient to get this, their last problem, resolved after weeks of thinking and rethinking how to create a harmonious relationship between the very different buildingsEven if the garage was more or less disguised as a barn, Dawn didn't want it too close, overwhelming the distinctiveness of the house, but she was afraid that a link twenty-four feet long, which was Orcutt's proposal, might impart the look of a motel They ruminated together almost daily, not only over the dimensions but now over whether the effect should perhaps be that of a greenhouse rather than of the simple passageway first classic chanel handbag planned

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"And what," Marcia asked him, "is so inexhaustibly interesting about decency?" The question so surprised him that it left him looking a little frantically around the table for somebody with an opinion learned enough to subdue this woman It turned out to be Orcutt, that great friend of the familyBill Orcutt was coming to Lou Levov's aid"And what is wrong with decency?" Orcutt asked, smiling broadly at Marcia The Swede could not look at himOn top of all the things he could not think about there were two people--Sheila and Orcutt--he could not look atDid Dawn consider Bill Orcutt handsome? He never thought soRound face, snout nose, puckering lower lippiggy-looking bastardMust be something else that drove her to that frenzy over the kitchen sinkWhat? The easy assurance? Was that what got her going? The comfort taken by Bill Orcutt in being Bill Orcutt, his contentment in being Bill Orcutt? Was it because he wouldn't dream of slighting you even if both you and he knew that you weren't up to snuff? Was it his appropriateness that got her going like that, the flawless appropriateness, how very appropriately he played his role as steward of the Morris chanel white purses County past? Was it the sense he exuded of never having had to grub for anything or take shit from anyone or be at a loss as to how to behave even when the wife on his arm was a hopeless drunk? Was it because he'd entered the world expecting things not even a Weequahic three-letterman begins to expect, that none of us begin to expect, that the rest of us, if we even get those things by working our asses off for them, still never feel entitled to? Was that why she was in heat over the sink--because of his inbred sense of entitlement? Or was it the laudable environmentalism? Or was it the great art? Or was it simply his cock? Is that it, Dawn dear? I want an answer! I want it tonight! Is it just his cock? The Swede could not stop imagining the particulars of Orcutt fucking his wife any more than he could stop imagining the particulars of the rapists fucking his daughterTonight the imagining would not let him be "Decency?" Marcia said to Orcutt, foxily smiling back at him"Much overvalued, wouldn't you say, the seductions of decency and civility and convention? Not the richest response to life I can think of "So what do you recommend for 'richness'?" prada milano Orcutt asked her"The high road of transgression?" The patrician architect was amused by the literature professor and the menacing figure she tried to cut in order to appall the squaresAmused! But the Swede could not turn the dinner party into a battle for his wifeThings were bad enough without colliding with Orcutt in front of his parentsAll he had to do was to not listen to himYet each time that Orcutt spoke, every word antagonized him, convulsed him with spite and hatred and sinister thoughts

"I can't believe that "Does she?" he asked lightly "She thinks you ought to be shot "Yes, that too?" "What do you pay the workers in your factory in Ponce, Puerto Rico? What do you pay the workers who stitch gloves for you in Hong Kong and Taiwan? What do you pay the women going blind in the Philippines hand-stitching designs to satisfy the ladies shopping at Bonwit's? You're nothing but a shitty little capitalist who exploits the brown and yellow people of the world and lives in luxury behind the nigger-proof security gates of his mansion Till now the Swede had been civil and soft-spoken with Rita no matter how menacing she was determined to beRita was all they had, she was indispensable, and though he did not expect to change her any by keeping his emotions to himself, each time he steeled himself to show no desperationTaunting him was the project she had set herself

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Where the sunlight comes in you can't seeThe cutting room and the sorting, always on the northern sideThe second floor the cuttingAnd the first floor, where you came, the makingBottom floor finishing and shippingWe're going to work our way from the top downHe could not help himselfSomething must be done to stop thisBut she was busy taking notes, and he could not stop--a girl who knew the value of hard work and paying attention, and interested in the right things, interested in the preparation of leather and the manufacture of gloves, and to stop himself was impossible When someone is suffering as the Swede was suffering, asking him to be undeluded by a momentary uplifting, however dubious its rationale, is asking an awful lot In the cutting room, there were twenty-five men at work, about six to a table, and the Swede led her over to the oldest of them, whom he introduced as "the Master," a small, bald fellow with a hearing aid who continued working at a rectangular piece of leather--"That's the piece the glove is made from," said the Swede, "called a trank"--working at it with a ruler and shears all the time that the replica pasha cartier Swede was telling her just who this Master wasDoing nothing to stop itLetting his father's patter flow The cutting room was where the Swede had got inspired to follow his father into gloves, the place where he believed he'd grown from a boy into a manThe cutting room, up high and full of light, had been his favorite spot in the factory since he was just a kid and the old European cutters came to work identically dressed in three-piece suits, starched white shirts, ties, suspenders, and cuff linksEach cutter would carefully remove the suit coat and hang it in the closet, but no one in the Swede's memory had ever removed the tie, and only a very few descended to the informality of removing the vest, let alone turning up shirtsleeves, before donning a fresh white apron and getting down to the first skin, unrolling it from the dampened muslin cloth and beginning the work of stretchingThe wall of big windows to the north illuminated the hardwood cutting tables with the cool, even light you needed for grading and matching and cutting skinsThe polished smoothness of the table's rounded edge, worked smooth over the years from chanel white watches all the animal skins stretched across it and pulled to length, was so provocative to the boy that he always had to restrain himself from rushing to press the concavity of his cheek against the convexity of the wood--restrained himself until he was aloneThere was a blurry line of footprints worn into the wood floor where the men stood all day at the cutting tables, and when no one else was up there he liked to go and stand with his shoes where the floor was worn awayWatching the cutters work, he knew that they were the elite and that they knew it and the boss knew itThough they considered themselves to be men more aristocratic than anyone around, including the boss, a cutter's working hand was proudly calloused from cutting with his big, heavy shearsBeneath those white shirts were arms and chests and shoulders full of a workingman's strength--powerful they had to be, to pull and pull on leather all their lives, to squeeze out of every skin every inch of leather there was A lot of licking went on, a lot of saliva went into every glove, but, as his father joked, "The customer never knows it The cutter would spit into the black fendi spy bag dry inking material in which he rubbed the brush for the stencil that numbered the pieces he cut from each trankHaving cut a pair of gloves, he would touch his finger to his tongue so as to wet the numbered pieces, to stick them together before they were rubber-banded for the sewing forelady and the sewersWhat the boy never got over were those first German cutters employed by Newark Maid, who used to keep a schooner of beer beside them and sip from it, they said, "to keep the whistle wet" and their saliva flowingQuickly enough Lou Levov had done away with the beer, but the saliva? NoNobody could want to do away with the salivaThat was part and parcel of all that they loved, the son and heir no less than the founding father "Harry can cut a glove as good as any of them Harry, the Master, stood directly beside the Swede, indifferent to his boss's words and doing his work"He's only been forty-one years with Newark Maid but he works at itThe cutter has to visualize how the skin is going to realize itself into the maximum number of gloves Then he has to cut itTakes great skill to cut a glove rightTable cutting is an artNo two omega geneve skins are alikeThe skins all come in different according to each animal's diet and age, every one different as far as stretchability goes, and the skill involved in making every glove come out like every other is amazingSame thing with the sewingKind of work people don't want to do anymoreYou |s can't just take a sewer who knows how to run a traditional sewing Vmachine, or knows how to sew dresses, and start her here on glovesShe has to go through a three- or four-month training process, has u to have finger dexterity, has to have patience, and it's six months | before she's proficient and reaches even eighty percent efficiency| Glove sewing is a tremendously complicated procedureIf you h want to make a better glove, you have to spend money and train ki workersTakes a lot of hard work and attention, all the twists and turns where the finger crotches are sewn--it's very hardIn the days when my father first opened a glove shop, the people were in it for life--Harry's the last of themThis cutting room is one of the last in this hemisphereOur production is still always fullWe still have people here who know what they're chanel clutch doin

I was ten, never before touched by greatness, and would have been as beneath the Swede's attention as anyone else along the sidelines had it not been for Jerry LevovJerry had recently taken me on board as a friend

She enters that world, that loopy world out there, with what's going on out there--what do you expect? A kid from Rimrock, New Jersey, of course she doesn't know how to behave out there, of course the shit hits the fanWhat could she know? She's like a wild child out there in the worldShe can't get enough of it--she's still acting upA room off McCarter HighwayAnd why not? Who wouldn't? You prepare her for life milking the cows? For what kind of life? Unnatural, all artificial, all of itThose assumptions you live withYou're still in your old man's dreamworld, Seymour, still up there with Lou Levov in glove heavenA household tyrannized by gloves, bludgeoned by gloves, the only thing in life--ladies' gloves! Does he still tell the great one about the woman who sells the gloves washing her hands in a sink between each color? Oh where oh where is that outmoded America, that decorous America where a woman had twenty-five black chanel handbags pairs of gloves? Your kid blows your norms to kingdom come, Seymour, and you still think you know what life is!" Life is just a short period of time in which we are alive "You wanted Miss America? Well, you've got her, with a vengeance--she's your daughter! You wanted to be a real American jock, a real American marine, a real American hotshot with a beautiful Gentile babe on your arm? You longed to belong like everybody else to the United States of America? Well, you do now, big boy, thanks to your daughterThe reality of this place is right up in your kisser nowWith the help of your daughter you're as deep in the shit as a man can get, the real American crazy shitAmerica amok! America amuck! Goddamn it, Seymour, goddamn you, if you were a father who loved his daughter," thunders Jerry into the phone--and the hell with the convalescent patients waiting in the corridor for him to check out their new valves and new chloe white arteries, to tell how grateful they are to him for their new lease on life, Jerry shouts away, shouts all he wants if it's shouting he wants to do, and the hell with the rules of the hospitalHe is one of the surgeons who shouts: if you disagree with him he shouts, if you cross him he shouts, if you just stand there and do nothing he shoutsHe does not do what hospitals tell him to do or fathers expect him to do or wives want him to do, he does what he wants to do, does as he pleases, tells people just who and what he is every minute of the day so that nothing about him is a secret, not his opinions, his frustrations, his urges, neither his appetite nor his hatredIn the sphere of the will, he is unequivocating, uncompromising

Just as I would have imagined before she'd blown up that buildingSeymour, believe me, please, I just wanted her to be safeAnd got her showered and cleanAnd gave her a place to sleepI really had no idea--" "She blew up a building, Sheila! Somebody was killed! It was all over the goddamn television!" "But I didn't know until I turned on the TV "So at six o'clock at night you knewShe was there for three daysAnd you do not contact me "What good would it have done to contact you?" "I'm her father "You're her father and she blew up a buildingWhat good was it necklace chanel going to do bringing her back to you?" "Don't you grasp what I'm saying? She's my daughter!" "She's a very strong girl "Strong enough to look after herself in the world? No!" "Turning her over to you wasn't going to help anyShe wasn't going to sit and eat her peas and mind her businessYou don't go from blowing up a building to--" "It was your duty to tell me that she came to your house "I just thought that would make it easier for them to find herShe'd come so far, she'd gotten so much stronger, I thought that she could make it on her ownShe is a strong girl, chanel diamond watches Seymour "She's a crazy girl "Oh, Christ! The father plays no role with the troubled daughter?" "I'm sure he played plenty of a roleThat was why I couldn'tI just thought something terrible had happened at home "Something terrible happened at the general store "But you should have seen her--she'd gotten so fat "I should have seen her? Where do you think she'd been? It was your responsibility to get in touch with her parents! Not to let the child run off into nowhere! She never needed me moreShe never needed her father moreAnd you're telling me she never needed fendi spy replica him lessYou made a terrible errorA terrible, terrible error "What could you have done for her then? What could anyone have done for her then?" "I deserved to knowI had a right to knowYou had an obligation to get to me "My first obligation was to her "She was no longer your client "She had been my clientA very special clientMy first obligation was to herHow could I violate her confidence? The damage had already been done "I don't believe you are saying any of this "What's the law?" "That you don't betray your client's confidence "There's another law, top chanel bags idiot--a law against committing murder! She was a fugitive from justice!" "Don't talk about her like thatWhat else could she do? I thought that maybe she would turn herself inBut that she would do it in her own time "And me? And her mother?" "Well, it killed me to see you "You saw me for four monthsIt killed you every day?" "Each time I thought that maybe it would make a difference if I let you knowBut I didn't see what difference it would really makeIt wouldn't change anythingYou were already so broken "You are an inhuman bitch "There was nothing else I spy bag fendi could

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He became aware of the same obscure effort in her, the same reaching out toward something beyond the usual range of her vision "She hates Ellen," he thought, "and she's trying to overcome the feeling, and to get me to help her to overcome it The thought moved him, and for a moment he was on the point of breaking the silence between them, and throwing himself on her mercy "You understand, don't you," she went on, "why the family have sometimes been annoyed? We all did what we could for her at first

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