Sheppard, horror-stricken. He told me with a coarse nervous laugh. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. His face fell. So these two young philosophers got along very well that day; and the succeeding days. She tore open the envelope and read it. He listened. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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