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"You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades, new family developments. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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