She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. I can't bear it. A broken laugh followed the action. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t.
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