\"I don't eat lunch. He returned to attend the funeral. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. “Hello, John. Pay fools with promises. Or run me through.
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