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I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell my spite was sharp as broken glass.

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Angela Carter
Age: 51 †
Born: 1940
Born: May 7
Died: 1992
Died: February 16
Author
Journalist
Linguist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Translator
Writer
Eastbourne
Sussex
Angela Olive Stalker Carter
Angela Olive Carter
Angela Olive Stalker
Angela Olive Pearce
Spite
Glasses
Sight
Conceal
Broken
Drew
Father
Farewell
Curtains
Sharp
Glass

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