Clementine Jensen

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“What?” he asked, looking almost offended. “Oh, nothing, just your name, in a place like this . . . it’s right out of a movie . . . I’m sorry, I’ve just realized that I’m in the insane asylum and everything that isn’t funny at all suddenly is. Like at weddings and funerals, you know?”
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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