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My discovery that my appearance wasn't in a class with the blue ribbon winners was deduced from study of the parlor plush album — a big book filled with photographs of my sister, who was five years Older, and Of my Cousin, whom my mother was raising. Likenesses Of these two girls posed in every conceivable position, with every possible background, blossomed from all the pages. In summer they stood near a latticed summer house with chains of roses and smirks Of satisfaction. Winter surprised them in little fur tippets and muffs. One of these pictures depicted the two little beauties standing with the rope Of a sled in their hands. Only the front sleigh runners were visible.
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