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“Mother is a bit formal don’t you think? You might as well call me by my name.”

Ms. Hart looked from one woman to the other. One was tall and elegantly adorned with pieces of jewelry while the other was short, dressed in a wrinkled sweater and holding her precious puppy. The difference was clear but the resemblance was striking.

“We should go in, darling, we don’t want to talk outside