” He threw his head back. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case. Do not slight my warning. You had better go to bed. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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