She looked along the row of women, their brown eyes looked down at her. These were not perfect women like the others, these were passionate and opinionated, some with strange witchy ideas but all of them still much taller than her.
'But Cayetana', I said, 'you might be small in height compared to them but I am sure you are their equal in strength of will! They see you and I think to be honest, you bother them a little"
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