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She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. Even her own history teacher, Mr. Sheppard. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. Sheppard, disregarding the taunt, "come away. I meant to lie to you. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is. "I read those stories.
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