Her voice caught in her throat and another violent shiver ran through her. Bradly thought she was going to cry and became actively disturbed, holding her with one arm and patting her shoulder assiduously. Damme, don't think about it, Cora.

I searched for form and land For years and years I roamed I gazed a gazeless stare.

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Tom, who isn't paying much attention, is suddenly caught by the falter in his voice as he reads the two lines