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The Midwife Pg 3 Continue From Tater and Junebug
In her heart, she knew the truth. And its nefarious root. In a raging storm of wrath. And, so she took the wrong path. "Mame Blackwell," he said. A shiny Eagle in her hand he laid. "My wife is in need." "I beg that you do heed." "She screams out your name." "And boast of your fame." The baby is twisting her inner" And the light in her eyes grows dimmer." "He said, " I tried to talk her out of being cared for by a Negress wench." His face was grim, not so much as a flinch. From the agony of his condescension, she put a plan at play. She follows him as he leads the way. Under the impulse and retrospection of veterinary pedagogy. The acute stress in the room was her burden wholly. With skillful strategy, she guided the baby into a world of many ills. But there was no fight for air through his tiny nostrils. No shrills. His face was nearly purple and his chest was still. copy 2016
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