It’s—it’s a social difference. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. But none ever puts his foot on this boat.
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