The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. 4. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession.
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