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s and drop for t ing for to open. Finally it didnt. A ednesday, as I recall. I gave ed by tion for excellence beyond t was Claudia.

    And t o it?

    Groy, still beating ion t table, I  appointments, in retrospect.

    Fretfulness of Emma. Adjustment of s, etc. Pulling up of pants. Nervous play of fingers about t.

    I am old, said t is;  to s is under your s.

    ts not it, said Emma. then she changed her mind.

    t is it, she said.

    is ed. You are making me feel like the Congress of Vienna!

    Nonsense, said Emma, taking  as good as you ever were.

    to bed s in your ear. Pos.

    Yes, Emma said, secrets, ts t part, ts. t part in my opinion is buying ture. Picking out toainless steel. tted plant. ter for t object. the can opener.

    Emma begins lacion (serious).

    the colander.

    her.

    I  tears. Salad after salad. I am h salads.

    Dont cry, please.

    I am so good h salads, she said.

    I am sure you are.

    Only virgin imported fresalian olive oil. Sliced musitutionalized tomatoes, from a little place I kno. Coke, or sno, sprinkled on top along , pepper, parsley, prepared mustard --

    Come to bed, dear salad-o bed h me.

    No I , said Emma. Pardon me for saying it but you are, you are, you are too old.

    t of the road.

    Dont do t, dear friend, said Emma, plucking at  doesnt help.
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