cover and  to a scattering of graves in a green space adjacent to tery enclosed by a stone  back to safety, or pero a tranquil, overgroions on tones enants ook me on a opped s among to a plot and sone: ILLIAM DAY, 1917-1962. I knelt doters, considered t; ;

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    Smaolac;I still prefer Aniday. You are one of us.quot;

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    quot;e t you srut see your fat nig t;

    quot;And you understand,quot; Luc;t t be your fat;

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    quot;Let us a; Smaolac;and tomorro;

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    quot;Luc; I ell me a story.quot;

    quot;Aniday, for t you see Im sleeping?quot;

    quot;I need to kno;

    By time, sirring as ed until tangled to eye level