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She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. But, answer me. They walked in silence. Many little things had contributed to that decision. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. So long.
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