APLIT.089 Stream of Consciousness
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Passage
Read the original prose excerpt. Passage: "Suppose she stayed. Suppose the curtains faded, the children grew sharp-eyed, the piano lost its middle C, and every Thursday smelled of boiled cabbage and almost."