Your glove will suffice. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. . She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table.
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