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... face. The stinging pain was nothing compared to the shock of the act itself. In all her life, through all her tantrums and manipulations, her mother had never, not once, laid a hand on her. The slaps and all were only reserved for Delia.
Augusta looked at Anne with a horror that mirrored her daughter’s. She looked down at her own trembling hand, the hand that had just slapped her precious, beloved child, and a wave of instant, sickening regret washed over her.
"A...Anne. I...I" ...
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