She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. I hated him.
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