. " "At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. She gently placed the car back upon the ground. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. Sanguine they were not. It’s—it’s a social difference. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle…! For each pause she was grateful.
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