’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. That was life. " The spinsters stared at her blankly. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Gerald? But could he be here so quickly? She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. Manning in fancy costume, as though he was a doll.
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