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He put a hand on each of her shoulders and surveyed her at arm’s length.

“Well, girl,” he said, nodding his head up and down, as though he were arriving at some portentous decision, “no matter what happens, we’ll never be prouder of our

little Dorothy than we are this very minute!”

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