” She whispered. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. I wanted you to know. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. The change in her face was not a pleasant one.
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