My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. She remembered that she had not gone to bed until two o'clock in the morning. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. White Sears special-order orthopedic shoes, polyester pants, and cotton print blouses were her usual weekend attire.
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