packed on

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, old money, and a n

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elt

hift, she went to a sm

a man singing with

d himsel

s when he could, and

were old, hi

eyes, they s

going to t

lked fo

his dreams of making

as just a girl try

he Monroe fortune or

understand,

or him, ha

er mother' s voice t

ishness has to e

" Ava said,

r Eleanor Vance, sent a

responsibili

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hose

e this n

her off from

ney st

care. She

was her escape

had, which wasn't much in mo

d to lov

er, sang them in the

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as so