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Karen stood on the low wooden ladder in the library. When she tried to get the book, she heard the front door opened. The floor clock in the living room struck ten. Only one person would slam the door like this. All night, she was arming herself and preparing to face him.
In the afternoon, after returning from the wizard, she once glanced at him in the distance. Because today is Sunday, he is the only one who works in the cotton mill. With bare arms, he was busy unloading the wood he had brought back from Charleston.
"Karin!"
The light in the library revealed where she was. I can hear from his roar that his heart is broken.
The door of the library was pushed open. His shirt was covered with sweat and his dirty trousers were stuffed in his boots, which left mud marks all the way down the aisle. Nisha will never be happy.
"When I call you, I want you to come at once!" He roared.
"If only I had wings." She is sweet and authentic, but there is no humor in front of her.
"I don't like having to look for you when I get home."
She almost laughed at the way he was furious. "Maybe I should hang a bell in the temple. Can I help you? "
"You are so right. First, I want a hot bath and a clean iridium suit. Then dinner-in my room. "
"I'm going to find Nisha." word ...