Random thoughts from a largely-useless man. Old radio shows, old movies, the simple life.
He studied her for a moment. "How old are you, Madge?"
"Nineteen - going on forty. Nobody looks out for a girl alone, Matt. She looks out for herself, and you know what kind of a world it is."
(from The Empty Land, by Louis L'Amour)
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