After securing the blackouts vanished into the housekeeper's poured his master port and withdrew' leaving us Alone listening to the gurgle and tick of the stove
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The ink was smudged with what i could only assume were margot's tears I took a Deep breath feeling a little sick My Sister was always the one prone to hysteria or what julian Called the artistic temperament since I was not artist of any kind my own moods were Classified as Childish immaturity. If julian.By Mary Rose Limpiado
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