167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. You don’t understand the fix I am in. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. He's the only native I trust in these parts. “It’s my fault.
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