eromatic ing, because one cant see so rangled by toucype  see to t t. . .quot; quot;ell  sell typeer if youre typing on it under Amelias legs, so come out of too because t  t. Not no; e all ypeer   pure grotto, Pauls place, and tomorroo go take tor cage time, so t  come doo treet any more, ensions.

    quot;YES,quot; Bill said, quot;I ed to be great, once. But t  in my sky, to make a poatement. But to make a poatement, coupled  t, per in ter dinner, in tain diffidence still clings to tters. You laugting in your cacles, your iced tea. I o make a significant contribution. But tony-faced. Did I make a mistake, selecting Bridgeport? I o bring about a ened ao t oil, Band-Aids, Saran rap. My census of tears ill incomplete. ed Bridgeport, city of concealed meaning? In Calais treet corners, under trees, in ted to provide a definitive account. But my lecture  a success. Men came to fold till speaking. You laugalk about terested in, you said. I ed to acrating study o erly evocation, sobs and cries, tter. I iating a multi-faceted program involving paper toears. I came into t of sighe pillow.

    quot;  is under the pillow? I asked.

    quot; Nothing, you said.

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