A girl—at my age—is grown-up. These cogitations were interrupted by the entrance of the doctor. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. 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. "Well, good night, Mr.
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