Kenneth Bernoska

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She slept deeply, and snored through her half-open mouth. The whining from the distance was softer and softer until it could not be heard at all any more. Rose of Sharon looked at Ma, and her eyes were blank with tears. “It done good,’’ said Rose of Sharon. “It done Granma good. She’s a-sleepin’.’’
The Grapes of Wrath
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