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"People were always saying to Margaret, 'Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?' Margaret would smile politely, for she was very polite, but privately she stormed to Betsy with flashing eyes, 'I'm not going to do anything. I want to just live. Can't people just live?"
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Source: Maud Hart Lovelace (2011). “Betsy-Tacy and Tib”, p.11, Harper Collins
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