Libby Quattlebaum

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“You were both inside me,” she cried, slapping her belly. “The two of you sucked these breasts that are on my chest. Was my breast milk not sweet? Is that the root of wickedness in your heart? Was my breast milk sour? Akin, answer me. Can you not hear me? Are you now deaf?”
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