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After a time, there came the sleepy, cheerful laughter of the men, evidently teasing her about something. With me not there, they seemed to feel liberated. I myself grew weary of my gloomy personality; and yet when I was alone Id often managed to feel quite gay. Singing, laughing, acting out solo dramas with only the stone walls for audience . . . dancing |
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