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“You’ve fed him your muck”, the boy [...] said. “Why don’t you go, and let us have a natter?”.
“Well!”, Sister Coquina huffed. “I like the gratitude around here, so I do!”. “I’m grateful for what’s given me”, Norman responded, looking at her steadily, “but not for what folk would take away”.
Stephen King, “Everything’s Eventual”, New York, Pocket Books, 2007, p. 176
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