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“Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk.
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