The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. She had made her first fight for dignity and freedom as a grown-up and independent Person, and this was how the universe had treated her. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself.
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