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Madame Butterfly [Impassively, her eyes narrowing]:Speak concerning marriage once more, you die! [She fans herself. Suzuki salaams and backs quickly toward the door. Madame Butterfly claps her hands…
Gutke found her journal at the bottom of her midwife’s bag and opened it for the first time that year:
Even with my talent for visions, I never would have guessed half of what happened. I suppose that…