By the time we make it back... «The Help»

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  AnnaFitzRoy

  11 марта 2015

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  By the time we make it back to Longleaf, it's eleven o'clock. I smooth my dress, thinking Stuart is right. It is too short. The lights in my parents' bedroom are off, so we sit on the sofa. I rub my eyes and yawn. When i open them, he's holding a ring between his fingers. "Oh...Jesus."

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