The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. "I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. It was open. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. "I am glad you think that," she replied.
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