But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. She knew now that he never would. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession. My Mom’s stomach has a lot of bad scars that make it look all ropy and weird.
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