Roya’s mother had always said that our fate is written on our foreheads when we’re born. It can’t be seen, can’t be read, but it’s there in invisible ink all right, and life follows that fate. No matter what. - P50


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It seems to me curious, not to say obscene and thoroughly terrifying, that it could occur to an association of human beings drawn together through need and chance and for profit into a company, an organ of journalism, to pry intimately into the lives of an undefended and appallingly damaged group of human beings, - P7


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<Apples>
Ma’s apple blossoms
have turned to hard green balls.
-June 1934 - P57


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Ma’s apple blossoms
have turned to hard green balls.
-June 1934 - P57


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