” “I can spare it,” Anna answered suavely. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one.
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