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. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. “I must live, you know. “Dear me!” he said. ” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face.
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