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A sense of loss was amongst us. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. Then, I thought, she has repented, all will be well. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. All at once her heart began to patter queerly. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. So am I.
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