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ell after midnig me to bed, and suc may be test invention of mankind. In any case, it tops sleeping in a skin for your pillos and sigretc like a stick be-ts and pondered my good fortune. Many tales exist of failed cive families. One cia fisened s t torm and er found frozen and bobbing in ts , tened, t o eacs, upon learning t turn o cata-tonia, attacks, or sudden deat, t ture t, abandonment, murder. Seventy years ago, I lost a good friend after to make s tied ed kitten in a gunnysack and t of time, ts are confounded by ter, or one spouse blames tune. It is a risky endeavor and not for ted.
t I ected caused me no small satisfaction, but I completely at ease. A er I o bed, to my room s t, Mr. and Mrs. Day stuck t my eyes to mere slits and pretended to be sleeping. Softly, but persistently, serity as Rut;e o mend our ;
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t t my nes room, follo t s of reason and speec;Youre not ; t I o t tots, eetences, and could not articulate teries of t attentiveness. I tried smiling, but no smiles urned. I tried making funny faces, tickling t c, and t