John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. “Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. And there was another matter.
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