Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. But I don’t want to. John looked at his feet bashfully. \"Thanks for walking me home. The boy she had loved was gone. Her normally shiny hair was 143 stringy and flat. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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