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“There was a small spiky garden at their feet, and Charlie studied it. 'Doesn't hold a candle to your mother's,' he's said. 'How would you know?...You never go in the backyard.' He gave a small smile. 'I presume her greatness.” — Ann Napolitano
There was a small spiky garden at their feet, and Charlie studied it. 'Doesn't hold a candle to your mother's,' he's said. 'How would you know?...You never go in the backyard.' He gave a small smile. 'I presume her greatness.