“have you any arden?”
some garden! the bean and tomato plants struggled to survive in ground that around, before shaking my head.
rass and placed his head on folded arms, i felt his tiredness and despair. a sudden tightness caught at my throat. he could be my son, i thought. he looks as young as alice. i knery. ive him? the icebox held so little: some milk, a knob of butter, and a fena for aice’s supper.
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