She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. "Aliva, your child perished with its father. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. “Sorry to be so terribly rude, Martin. You should go home today and get some rest.
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