” He snarled. 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. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. A severe pang shot through Jack's heart, and he would have given worlds if he possessed them to have seen his friend once more. ” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child.
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