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... p> "That’s a choice," I said. "Not a law."
"For a daughter," she murmured, "it feels like both."
Aunt Ping rapped her knuckles lightly with the handle of the broom. "Stop talking where the cloth should be listening."
Meiling flinched, then bit back whatever insult her tongue had grown fat on and returned to the row.
I let the hall breathe around us: threads humming, women counting in low voices that made the air feel honest. It calmed me the way a clean ledger cal ...
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