—There, Mr. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. I was orphaned a long time ago. If you received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with your written explanation.
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