“Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her Maker about her place in the world. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the author. Playing became a way of escape. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces.
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