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Oh, Joseph, I'm So Tired

There would be no more school in our room. We would probably never see Bart again--or if we ever did, he would probably not want to see us. But out mother was ours; we were hers; and we lived with that knowledge as we lay listening for the faint, faint sound of millions.

Richard Yates

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ooh franny may !! cw

I wonder if my writing has even improved?