We are doing a unit on World War II in American History right now, so maybe I am getting a little wrapped up in the unit or something, I dunno. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the words of the poet, —The growth untried Of that wide gap— we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. My son is going to build a spaceship to Mars someday right in this room.
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