[Oh, thank God. An escape from this sweaty room, from the squalling of the baby, from the stink of the hunting dog and her puppies, from the sight of this truly pathetic teenager pulling out her hair in frustration over how demoralizing and heartbreaking her single motherhood is. Thank God Rowena doesn't have to watch that or let anyone else keep gawking.
She takes a deep breath, shimmies her shoulders, and resets before she even begins addressing her rescuer. When she speaks, it's with a thick Scottish accent Saturday certainly didn't get back in Darlington.] Ach, they could not have warned us?
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She takes a deep breath, shimmies her shoulders, and resets before she even begins addressing her rescuer. When she speaks, it's with a thick Scottish accent Saturday certainly didn't get back in Darlington.] Ach, they could not have warned us?