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Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
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EXTRACT: Rarely have I ever run out of breath. Rarely was I called outside to push our clapped out car, or to climb the tree to get the cat, or to mow, or dig, or to even put the bin out. I don't know whether I wanted to be asked to do these things. I don't think I did. One Sunday I got up and my dad and my brothers had gone fishing without me. I don't remember dad telling me I was no longer invited, nor do I remember telling him I no longer wanted to go.

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