You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. I want to talk to you, and I must return tomorrow. ‘Who is to be angry with you now?’ ‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. Her anger died and she eyed him.
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