"Do you know, young man," she mumbled to her statues. "I stopped socializing when I was fifteen years old. I am as much a statue as these promising specimens, do you not think? A lovely art of frigid stone."
"Do you know, young man," she mumbled to her statues. "I stopped socializing when I was fifteen years old. I am as much a statue as these promising specimens, do you not think? A lovely art of frigid stone."
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