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“My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. ” She made some inane response. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. I've my own reasons for disliking this job. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. " "I'm sure I'm very sorry. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. I wouldn't accept my life from him. I’ve been waiting a long time for you.
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