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She had braved all obstacles to pursue her dream. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. “I did it for love of you,” he said. There was no one else in the doorway. Maybe half a year, counting this summer. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. I can’t help you a cent.
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