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The Half Hour

Maizey Bates was twenty-three years old and lived with her mother on Crawford Street, while most of her friends had husbands and babies. She was six feet tall and had a rash on her elbows that never went away, so her prospects for love had thinned to a few bachelor farmers or the mortician’s son, […]

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