“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. I can’t afford to get behind. Like carpenter, like chips. ‘And me, I am a lady.
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