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“Dennis, who are all these people? Where have they come from?” Christine’s voice wavered as she gripped
Years later, Christine would often think back to that summer afternoon, the memory still sharp as pine resin.
„Dennis, who are all these people? Where did they come from?” Christine’s voice trembles
—Dennis, who are they? Where did all these people come from? Christine’s voice quivered as she tightened
„Dennis, who are they? Where did all these people come from?” Christine’s voice wavered as
I stared at the plate of minced‑meat patties, the way I always do on Saturdays, and said, “I can’t keep
I can’t live with an old‑timer any longer. He said it while staring not at me but at the plate of meatballs.
“I can’t keep living with a pensioner,” she announced, staring not at me but at the plate of meatballs
“I can’t keep living with a pensioner,” he said, not looking at me but at the plate of meatballs.
I could no longer live with a pensioner. I said it while my eyes weren’t on her but on the plate of meat‑loaves









