As she looked out the window, Mrs. Flensburg’s mind kept returning to the same two ideas, each crowding out the other, over and over: “How did she get herself into this mess always followed by how could she get out of it?” Mrs. Anna Flensburg by Mina Carlson-Bredburg.
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