She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter.
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