She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. Daughters were not like sons. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. We'll have him yet. She knew that the next time he caught her she would not be able to free herself.
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