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minutes later, he placed three plates of burnt eggs and scorched toast on the table.
Rosa looked at the food with quiet misery but did not speak.
The girls came down like always.
They sat at the table.
They stared at the burnt eggs.
Then they looked at Dominic wearing an apron, hands still smeared with butter.
They did not eat.
They did not pick up their continue reading …
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