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Who Cares?|Cosmo Hamilton

Who Cares? : A Story of Adolescence

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" ...]of that mother-month must have stirred her imagination and set her blood racing through her young body. She felt the call of youth and the urge to play. She sensed the magnetic pull of the voice of spring, but when, with her long brown lashes wet with impatient tears, she went to the window and looked out at the green spread of lawn and the yellow-headed daffodils, it seemed more than ever to her that she was peering through iron bars into the playground of a school to which she didn't belong. She was Joan-all-alone, she told herself, and added, with that touch of picturesque phrasing inherited from her well-read mother, that she was more like a racing motorboat tied to a crumbling wharf in a deserted harbor than anything else in the world. There was a knock on her door and the sound of a bronchial cough. "Come in," she said and darted an anxious look at the blond fat face of the clock on the mantelshelf. She had forgotten all about the time. ...]."

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  • ISBN-13: 9781517119508
  • ISBN-10: 1517119502
  • Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • Publish Date: August 2015
  • Dimensions: 9.69 x 7.44 x 0.47 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 0.89 pounds
  • Page Count: 222

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