Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. They would forget to feed them as well so I spent a lot of time shoplifting in grocery stores and sifting through garbage behind restaurants. “It’s settled. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. I don't want her hurt. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence.
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