My son went down after his death. Senior year started with a whimper. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt. My Mom and Dad were always 184 at work. She is a year or so older than I am, and she is, well, of a very serene and proud and dignified temperament.
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