‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. But she veiled her feelings.
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