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In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Anna nodded as she briskly crossed the pavement. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door.
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