this Is Your Life.

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    quot; are you t; she asks.

    It is no . It is o do ts to keep me from falling. Eito myself.

    quot;Im t you.quot;

    So t to squeeze my arm, and I can tell s I said. Our life togeto see t knohem herself.

    I go on: quot;I kno remember   makes me feel good.quot;

    Saps my arm and smiles. quot;Youre a kind man . I ;

    e ell you somet;

    quot;Go a;

    quot;I t;

    quot;An admirer?quot;

    quot;I see.quot;

    quot;You dont believe me?quot;

    quot;I believe you.quot;

    quot;You s;

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    quot;Because I t is you.quot;

    I t t t tyard. e come to top . I give to o ;tiful.quot;

    e resume our  is true in a  times I do not feel lucky.

    quot;You ts me?quot; I finally ask.

    quot;Yes.quot;

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    quot;Because I  you ;

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    quot;t; so me. quot;I found it under my pillo;

    I read it, and it says: