Vincent van Gogh Factory city painting

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she yelled, revealing her ability to think of herself as a third person, "not a goddamn fingernail. I know what I'm worth, darling, I know how the mystery dies the moment they put their willies in, I should have known you'd turn out to be a whore. Some fucking communist, I suppose," she wound down. She had inherited her father's prejudices in such matters. Allie, as Elena knew, had not. in her sibling's glowering, whitelipped face. Three abortions in two years and the belated knowledge that her days on the contraceptive pill had put her, as far as cancer was concerned, in one of the highest-risk categories of all.
They hadn't met much after that, Elena remaining until her death the virgin queen of the city -- the post-mortem confirmed her as _virgo intacta_ -- while Allie gave up wearing underwear, took odd jobs on small, angry magazines, and because her sister was untouchable she became the other thing, every sexual act a slap