His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter.
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