human
Last yeah she stood at the window and waved to me when I rode away, sighed the child, her eyes filling with tears again.
gpt
Now she's so white and ill it makes me cry to look at her. Maybe that is the trouble this yeah is goin' to bring me. Betty's mothah died, and Eugenia's, and maybe
human
Mom Beck was right, she whispered with a nod of her head.
gpt
She said that sad thoughts are like crows. They come in flocks. I wish I could stop thinkin' about such mou'nful things.