I straigairs, got took it do it in front of settled t. Or so I imagined until t morning or. Rat and carried it back to my room, acapitulation t did not lessen my resolve to put ly absolutely out of mylife. S;a crude exionist,quot; quot;a time er,quot; quot;an utter fakequot;:someone never to be spoken to again.
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It y to encounter suspicious specimens among etrary; but one day late t spring, ibule, I noticed a very provocative man examining ies stainedgray , and , a pale blue, oo loosely on o entionof ringing rubbing afinger across ttering of her name.
t evening, on my o supper, I saanding acrosstreet, leaning against a tree and staring up at erspeculations rusective? Or some under connected omato? tuation revived mytenderer feelings for o interrupt our feud long enougo to Seventy-ninttentionfocused on me. Presently, turning my ling. Not any ordinary tune, but tive,prairie melody imes played on ar: Dont ravelin tures of tlingcontinued across Park Avenue and up Madison. Once, raffic ligo cc of tooped to pet a sleazyPomeranian. quot;ts a fine animal you got t; old trified drawl.
y. Nevertook a seat rig ter. obacco and s. ouc. Instead, ootudied me in thewall mirror facing us.
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tion didnt embarrass o asked.
quot;Son,quot; ;I need a friend.quot;
out a . It opieces; and so tle, cracked, blurred snaps ure, all grouped togetark of a plump blond little girl the sun.
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ing toot;till she married me. Im her husband.
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It real laug ook a ser and c;tter, son. Im a tired man.
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