"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. “My Mom makes more money than my Dad, a lot more. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. ‘Yes, miss.
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