On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. I arrived here with something less than five pounds in my pocket. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. ” Ann Veronica felt a slight embarrassment.
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