There are way-stations—even terminals. I hate what I have to do to survive. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets.
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