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... ed the nearest scrap of parchment and a piece of charcoal like a woman possessed.
Her brain was buzzing—ideas flying around so fast that if she didn’t pin them down, they’d scatter like startled pigeons.
She plopped onto her cushioned chair and scribbled her first question:
What do people need most?
"Food, obviously," she muttered, tapping the charcoal against her chin. "Even rich people have to eat. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that good ...
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