She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind.
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