lect. So en sco beg me to sing it one more time.

    quot;Be a dear boy and give us train Out for Dreamland again.quot;

    ,  respond as kindly. quot; up? One day you cant carry a tune, no;

    quot;I dunno. Maybe I  listening before.quot;

    quot;Youre kidding me? S racket on day and nig Cole King and all t jazz, and Can you take me dancin sometime? As if a mot listening?quot;

    quot;Concentrating, I mean.quot;

    quot;You srating on your ;

    quot;If you pay attention and listen instead of merely une in no time.quot;

    anot;Mind your elders, if you please, Caruso.quot;

    I took care not to be suc mimic around my dad.

    Mary and Elizabetoo young to knoter, and ted  question my budding talent for imperson-ation. Indeed, time, especially in trot out all ty tunes like quot;Mairzy Doatsquot; or quot;ttle Fis; it fail, ime I sang quot;Over t; I did a mean Judy Garland.

    My days o a comfortable routine, and as long as I stayed inside t  at once turned garis t of trees  my eyes. I ed t reminders of life in t. October proved a riot to t ies s and candies, bonfires in tricks on to even tten into t. ty ertainment and refress. tops of ted paper pumpkins and black cats on tifully cut out scary truction paper and glued togetistic efforts, pitiable ted to bake cookies and broumes ed. I remember exactly my conversa-tion on tter her.

    quot;ere y for  sceacrick-or-treat outfits instead of our uniforms. I  to be a ;

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