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Irene had a fancy for fantastical stories since childhood. Anything to do with old myths and legends fascinated her. Every night, her mind gave in to fatigue and she fell asleep. At the age of 25, Irene won her fame by her first novel. Her novel was by far better than that of any other writers in the city. She became the favorite writer in the readers' hearts. They were in favor of her. They were favorable to her ideas. But Irene's father-in-law was constantly finding fault with her. They had so far failed to reach an agreement. Irene was sure that her husband was far from a fool. But he pretended not to see this. He could not overcome his fatal weakness, cowardly character. So Irene longed to travel to places as far as she could arrive. Her judgment was frequently faulty, but her love for her husband was not false. It was a painful farewell. Then, Irene paid the bus fare to the airport. On the airplane, she fastened her seat belt and wondered what she would face. Ladies liked to follow the fashion. But Irene did not. She did not want to go to a fashionable place. In the country she arrived at, thousands of people died of famine. Irene was not really familiar with local laws, which brought some trouble to her. Sometimes she wondered what fate had in store for her next. All the way, she faxed her essays back to the publishing company.
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