Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising.
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