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Yoko sat alone in her kitchen, holding and swirling a small glass of wine in her hand. She sighed, a small, wistful smile on her face. It was hard to believe that, with the face she was making, she had just gotten off the phone with her mother, and had had a particularly nasty fight with her.
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