Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. ” She said quietly. You, for instance, you live, you are not afraid to live.
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