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"Yes."
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Tracy was surprised. "We haven't even announced it yet. How---?"
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"Charles and I talked it over, and we agreed I'd be happier if I worked."
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"Oh, thank you! That's wonderful." She knew she had earned it, and she felt a thrill of pride. She could hardly wait to tell Charles. It seemed to Tracy that the gods were conspiring to do everything they could to overwhelm her with happiness.
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