There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. . Oh, Jack! repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Like a trollop in heat.
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