No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. ” “They would make someone into an Oracle? What’s that?” She asked. All make the same answer—'d—n you, keep it.
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