My angel," he says, cradling her. "I'm not an angel, Daniel." "Yes, you are." "No! I'm not an angel and I'm not a whore. I have intelligence and pass… - Lisa Mason

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My angel," he says, cradling her. "I'm not an angel, Daniel." "Yes, you are." "No! I'm not an angel and I'm not a whore. I have intelligence and passion, strength and perseverance. I am capable of abstract thought, intellectual accomplishment, and artistic expression just like you, sir." He ponders that as the brougham trots up Fifth Street to Market. "What shall I call you, then?" Zhu smiles. "You may call me a woman.