Their conversation became stilted. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. Non.
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