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\" It was a lie: Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. “Can we watch television?” She asked.
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