He did not have to. “I do not wish to use this. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. " "Or the flat stones in the meadows, teeming with life underneath. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. Of course there were goats. Young people ignore them until they find themselves up against them. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty.
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