“It is unimportant,” she said. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. “Homely?” “Well, yeah, that’s what he said.
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