I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. I had no idea you were not the happiest girl. We married, and for a time we were happy. 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. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt.
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