It’s a thing I’ve unaccountably overlooked. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. . The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Kicked out of there for something shady. If I'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened.
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