I beg that you will consider me your friend. ‘Tell me, my boy. “I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. She worried for her father in Mantua, 28 hoping that he was still alive. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere.
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