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Mildred Pierce: I'm sorry I did that... I'd've rather cut off my hand!
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Veda Pierce: With this money I can get away from you. From you and your chickens and your pies and your kitchens and everything that smells of grease. I can get away from this shack with its cheap furniture. And this town and its dollar days, and its women that wear uniforms and its men that wear overalls.
Robert Arthur
Extended Reading
