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Unformatted text preview: rom Amelia and St. Charles, where Mona lived. She walked slowly along the pavement, under the lunar light of the street lamps, thinking quietly to herself. "I don't think I want to wear dresses like this anymore." She said it out loud when she stood on the corner. "Nope, it's time to dump this dress and this ribbon." Across the street, her home was brightly lighted for once. There were people climbing out of cars. All the crisp excite- ment already begun. Several Maytairs had seen her; one was pointing to her. Someone was walking to the corner to reach out towards her as if that might mean she might not be run down as she crossed the street. "Well, I don't think I like these clothes anymore," she said under her breath as she walked fast before the distant oncoming traffic. "Nope, sick of it. Won't do it anymore." "Mona, darling!" said her cousin Gerald. LASHER "Yeah, well, it was just a matter of time," said Mona. "But I sure didn't count on...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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