Kenneth Bernoska

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“Grace fust,’’ Granma clamored. “Grace fust.’’ Grampa focused his eyes fiercely until he recognized Casy. “Oh, that preacher,’’ he said. “Oh, he’s all right. I always liked him since I seen him—’’ He winked so lecherously that Granma thought he had spoken and retorted, “Shut up, you sinful ol’ goat.’’
The Grapes of Wrath
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