More fire engines screamed by on Route 6 like huge red hounds in the nightĪ thorny moral question is raised here. A soft breeze snuffled through the juniper bushes on top of the hill. She put her hands over her face and sobbed into them. Momma wanted her to be the Angel's Fiery Sword, to destroy. It was really amazing that she kept going. She didn't need to follow it any moreĪs Carrie fell in a brook and dragged herself out, icy and shivering. She got up and began to run clumsily, not bothering to follow the trail of blood.
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