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“You got a sweet little voice,” Early told her once, grinning at her across their porch. But what seemed more likely is that people were lonely.

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Maira had wanted to introduce her to Ansel Fleming for some time. It was not a setup, Maira said, though frankly Ivy wouldn’t have minded a setup. Just someone to have coffee with, said Maira. Though Ivy didn’t need a new friend, already neglecting many of her friends, since the eclipse made by motherhood. Maira was an expansive person, always want

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After we eat, I return to work and Libby turns her focus to a Mhairi McFarlane novel, gasping and laughing so regularly and loudly that, finally, Charlie’s gruff voice calls from the other room, “Could you keep that down? Every time you gasp like that, you almost give me a heart attack.”