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Sometimes, laying in the soft light like this, the hairs on her arms casting long thin shadows like tree trunks over the forest floor of her young skin, Dollie wonders what it is she really wants. She knows she has it all here, and she is occasionally grateful for what she has been given, has expected and received, has taken interest in and mastered.
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