My name is Annabel, not Anna. We dressed it in a little music. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. Go quickly and call him. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. My sister made me over, you know. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had.
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