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    o   because I needed help.

    Of course not, said thomas.

    Im doing tially, thus, for you.

    thing.

    As so mucher.

    thing.

    You never kneher.

    turned his head.

    You told us, edly.

    Oioned tiative no you never kne sense. Because you are not a father.

    I am, t Elsie.

    Doesnt count, said t sense, become a fat of amateur effort is possible. A son may after  endeavor produce w some people migec  sense.

    A moments quiet.

    have you heard from her? Elsie?

    tcard, ture of a puppy dog aring eyes. Love, she said.

    Four months ago, Julie said.

    t inner, she said.

    round  is desirable, sometimes.

    ther fell down. Julie and Emma picked him up.

    Great knotted bunce of red empty lobster sure it. Antiaestic. Sad to see in a twelve-year-old.

    I e t s to pursue it to excess, thomas said, over his shoulder.

    o Julie. A boy. A neonate. A  even found tton yet.

    , she said.

    Is it a large one? ther asked.

    Large enough.

    A tender red?

    tender enough.

    Can I see it?

    Oired of you! Julie cried.

    Ss at to the air.

    I am not tired of you, said ther.

    t your tuff luck, s my tuff luck. Yours. tuff titty.

    titty, said t suck?

    You are incredible.

    to the forehead.

    t!

    then: If only I were myself again!

    e are making progress, thomas said.

    s grea