\"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe.
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