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1 " We sat under the mango tree and I was holding his hand when he began to cry. Drops fell on my hand like the water from the dripstone in the filter in our yard. Then I began to cry too and when I felt my own tears on my hand I thought, 'Now perhaps we're married.'Yes, certainly, now we're married,' I thought. "
― Jean Rhys , Till September Petronella
