"And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. And he liked her. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables.
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