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“So in the warm summer days the lonesome child sat on her stoop and pretended disdain for the group of children playing on the sidewalk. Francie played with imaginary companions and made believe that they were better than real children. But all the while her heart beat in rhythm to the poignant sadness of the song the children sang while walking around in a ring with hands joined.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Sasha would inhale the scent and smile”
― Marina Dyachenko, Vita Nostra

“So that was how it was”
― M.R. Carey, Once Was Willem

“Yes”
― Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall