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He found the wall, as he suspected, solidly constructed of brick and stone; and with the slight and inadequate tools which he possessed, it was a work of infinite labour and skill to get out a single brick. It has all been a mistake. The door popped open with a sigh. Had to. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that.
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