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A succession of images flashed through her mind. The shiny rigid bodies of four little goldfish, lying on the carpet. A canary, feet in the air at the bottom of his cage, neck broken. A pair of terrapins with their heads wedged upside down between two rocks in their tank. Despite X's wide-eyed denials that she had anything to do with it, her attempts to shift the blame onto the cleaning lady each time, Y had never dared buy her daughter any animals again.
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Här finns inlägget jag skrev när jag hade läst ut boken.