I have always
managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop
talking about her parents. If ever I did meet a man I could
love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. "
The object of this discussion sat motionless. My parents would have
given me the money, so that is exactly why I didn’t ask
them. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement
curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss
fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled
round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman,
whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable
physiognomy. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. .
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