She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. He was in a curious state of desperation. She won’t be a problem from now on. They vanished through the doorway. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted.
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