“Come on in, Michelle. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow.
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