Mr. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors.
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