I so tess at tart, but rary impulses pulled at me. I did not  to scare ory, yet I longed to entrust all my secrets to  it o rutunities to open my  and tell  eacime I ated and stopped.

    On Labor Day  tadium in ty, ceam take on Cracted by t second base.

    quot;So, ;

    quot;Plan?  plan?quot;

    quot;You really s good.quot; Stacked a  dog tcruck out tter, and s out a  for her sake.

    quot; kind of album? Covers of ot;

    quot;Youre rig; ses. quot;Maybe you could do somet. rite your o;

    quot;tess, t te.quot;

    quot;Okay, if you could e any music in t kind e?quot;

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    Out flicked ongue to clean ;s stopping you, henry?

    Id love a symp;

    quot;Maybe if I ayed serious about piano, or if I ;

    quot;s stopping you from going back to college?quot;

    Not all. t need t in, and Uncle Co call erest in retiring ;Im too old to go back noy-six next April, and t of tudents are a bunceen-year-olds. to a totally different scene.quot;

    quot;Youre only as old as you feel.quot;

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    tess and I  out to t on t for a long time, stle of peaco o say. ars, ts, to t, tting t ant dreams, not of t, but of life before ted destiny or desire tened truggled to create. to be fully o give in to my true nature, t impulse.

    quot;Do you t; I asked, quot;to  to