“Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move. He resumed his listening. I have tried not to tell you—tried to be simply your friend. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. “That’s a weird name. “What do you think you are doing?” He asked. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray.
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