“You have them both,” Anna answered. I was the last on board. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. The letter will explain all. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly.
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