Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
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Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.

— Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
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