“There’s twenty before you, and Mr. " "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt.
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