" The girl's eyes filled. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. Let me keep him. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. ‘Poor Hilary.
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