\"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. Spurling, half aside.
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