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“Why?” I asked.
“We belong to Old Master,” she said. “We are slaves.”
“What does that mean?” I thought I belonged to Grandma.
“They won’t teach you a thing, but to work.
And you won’t have a choice.”
“But why am I a slave?” I did not want to be told when to work,
where to work,
how to work . . .
and not have a choice.
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