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. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. “I will have your true reason. "Pick up that blade, Nab," vociferated Wild, finding himself hotly pressed, "and stab him. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. She heard the shower running and looked at his floor.
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