Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. But that doesn’t alter the fact that there IS innocence. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly.
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