John lightly held the reins with his left hand while Betsy snuggled under his right arm. They were worn ragged after losing Johnny.
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“May I have your name, sir?” asked the mousy young woman who stood just beyond the threshold of the concave wooden door.
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It began when a tiny sputtering stream of water rained down on Kevin O’Donnell’s forkful of au gratin potatoes as he lifted them towards his mouth.
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