There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. —'How so?' says I. He told me that he was a millionaire. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate.
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