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When the world was too much with them, getting and spending.
She was a dear.” From a Yankee mouth, that word rhymes with Leah.
In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.
the kind of silence you experience only after a Saturday holiday, I think, one composed of equal parts holiness and hangover.
Because my father didn’t lie. It was against his religion.” “Baptist?” “Nosir, Yankee.”
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
and Shackleford’s childhood friend, the awful Ray Garraty.