Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. It struck the major that she was very young. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush. She was shaking violently when she entered the side door of the house. In the struggle her cap fell off.
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