The well of tears in her eyes was dry. And, lastly, there's Mr. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. She was quite unconcerned. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers.
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