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MIRIAM: "Here we are; celebrating a marriage, eating a cake, drinking, standing in a uniform, standing in a canteen ... with a Teasmade and a red red garter ... and I want an explanation." VALERIE: "I want to know why you all resent me." BRENDA: "Because you're not one of us." |
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