The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. He would know her address to-morrow. He was a philosopher. I was pretty strong for a four-year old! She was so mad that she spanked me with a belt until my butt was raw and bleeding. I had that coming.
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