“You may not leave. Giles's round-house on my own responsibility. ” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. “May I be allowed to say,” he declared, “that I came here with the same intention. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Shari’s eyes widened, “You mean it?” “I’m all yours, head to toe. It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. ’ ‘Unfair!’ echoed his junior. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. We always go out to dinner on holidays. ’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha.
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