Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the f — Paul Harding, Tinkers
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Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility of human beings.

— Paul Harding, Tinkers
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