. She was weeping now. I sat within a few feet of him. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. The world isn’t ready for girls to start out on their own yet; that’s the plain fact of the case. Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls. Now I do. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop.
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