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. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. ” “It must be most uncomfortable here. To Breanna for believing in this project at every step. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other.
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