Lydia has come to the Flores household to take care of the daughter,
Start: Lydia: He is an animal. Only an animal does this.
Misha: Didn’t you earn your whippings growing up?
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End: Lydia: Put your shirt on. Your poem is good. But to know words, you have to know people. Not grackles.
Solis, Octavio, Lydia, Samuel French, 2010, pp. 41-44.
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