Passing thought. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. 176 “No, it’s very good. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if I am exposed. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being.
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