I knew where I would go next: Florence. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. The two went upstairs to Michelle's bedroom. “Like a stab. .
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