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Poor scarletta be strong

Why wasnt mother home i asked desperatly to myself. I tried to be strong for claricka but i was shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Go to the well to get water” i whispered to claricka. She went out the back door as i went to the cubords and looked what we had left. I grabed the fresh bread and the stew we had last night i added some of the vegtables and boiled it. I watched them from the mirror by the stove. They were conversing my hands trembled with fear. I poured there stew and bread in a bowl as claricka came in with the water.She could barley carry the bucket ,poor thing she tries so hard but she is so weak. I smiled and thanked her. “Go to our room and play with the wax figures and nothing else”. I said harshly. As she left i turned around to face the muggetas i put on a meak smile. “Here you are some stew and the freshest bread with water. They nodded. “Tel me somthing girl, why are you alone here?” They asked. I raceked my brain for what to say. “Well as most families are father was put to work for you

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