"I had a terrible dream last night. My goodness gracious. It brought no coconut. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. “When did you look up my mother’s records at the Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. 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. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. I thought I'd been sufficiently explicit," continued Jonathan.
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