“Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy.
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