He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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