This, with a face like a mashed blood orange that suddenly would get eyes and look up and scream War! War! clutching her thick, ragged coat a piece of hat broken shoes War! War! stumbling for dread at the young men who with their gun-butts shove her sprawling— a note at the foot of the page. Submitted by Bob
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