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11. Struggles of a maid
Nyala "I've said this before, but I'm still going to repeat it for the people who are stubborn enough not to listen," Mrs. Madison's voice echoed through the room. Rose, Naomi, and I, along with some other three girls, were standing in front of her as she explained the tasks required for us to do at the pack. Now, let me tell you how my night went. It was a disaster. First, I had cut another set of onions, making it three baskets. Mrs. Madison didn't leave the kitchen until she was sure I had done what she asked. Even with tears streaming down my eyes from the sting of the onions, it only seemed to add fuel to the punishment. I was sure she was punishing me because there was no way Alastair would use such an amount of onions for anything. Second, I had intended not to go to Warren's ro
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