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It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Don't be afraid. He knew me, Nigel. You’ve got to adjust yourself to the people God has set about you. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. "But you said you weren't particular. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears.
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