"My portrait!" echoed Jack. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor.
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