Kenneth Bernoska

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“Give us this day—our daily bread—and forgive us—’’ The breathing had stopped. Casy looked down into Grampa’s eyes and they were clear and deep and penetrating, and there was a knowing serene look in them. “Hallelujah!’’ said Granma. “Go on.’’ “Amen,’’ said Casy.
The Grapes of Wrath
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