She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. . She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. "Who are you?" inquired Mrs. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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