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People were annoyed with her, and she knew it. She turned to face the crowd, and I saw the ugly bruise on her cheek, the shiner and the bright, red blood pooling in the corner of her eye. She looked frail and frazzled and scared to death. And there was no way she was going to finagle herself and those children into that lone seat and put her bags overhead without help.
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