Added June 16, 2014

Marley was dead: to begin with.

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A Christmas Carol
Charles Dickens
Published 1843 Book
Older People have always trusted me with their secrets. But who do I trust with mine? You, only you.
Newer She sits huddled on the dirt floor in near darkness, her knees drawn up to her chin, her arms clasped around her legs to keep them from trembling.

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