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I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them.

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Angela Carter
Age: 51 †
Born: 1940
Born: May 7
Died: 1992
Died: February 16
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Eastbourne
Sussex
Angela Olive Stalker Carter
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