I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. CHAPTER I. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Let me see now.
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