"I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. It’s too bad that you can’t date two guys at once. Let—it—fall. We shall become a prey to the Philistines, and must turn honest in self-defence. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it.
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