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James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London.
"Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?"
"Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace.
"I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor.
"Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"
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