I must go perhaps in all the rooms. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. In their happiest times, he was the most faithful and devoted of husbands. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. May I come home and try to be a better daughter to you? “ANN VERONICA.
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