The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. ’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. “I was half hoping that I might be allowed to see you home. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. “How did you find me?” She asked. And I have wanted to so very much.
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