We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. . ” Michelle extracted another cigarette from her jacket and handed Lucy the lighter. “I’ve been thinking of you all night,” she answered. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred.
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