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Meantime In the days when everyone said oh boy and gee, when women were stoled and muffed, and men would be men, the hurricane her seventh birthday was her first idea of sex— an undomesticated power no one could withstand, whose outskirts would bedraggle trees. She suffered an infatuation. Many ladies later, she'd recall the proper name for this, but in the meantime, something had to be made of boys, who kept cropping up. Windmill of ankles and wrists, she had to turn thirteen. 129 ...

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