The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. ” It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable. She was ushered into the back of the squad car.
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