Rosemarie returned.

    Paul grew older. O poor fucker Eric he said.

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    ty of tween  and Irene:

    tty good bed , Irene said. Except t its not really quite wide enough.

    You kno Paul is manufacturing bombs in your cellar dont you?  asked.

    Inge bruser.

    man, Rosemarie asked,  dogs?

    in a café ing for Paul to return from Denmark. In t o ing for Paul. Oed voice, let me sit do a minute. Just a minute. I  bot  to sit  your table and be near you. I . But dont touch me.

    Ce a poem about Rosemaries dog, Ed ina.

    Daddy,  Ededly. Because youve been away Rosemarie, Charles said.

    At Yale Eric walked around.

    Irene said:  I love you.  said t  t Montreals green snohe Black Sea.

    t doree old anyone,  it  as old as I  t time, sixteen, and it iful, and I iful I tree and me, and I couldnt stand it, ill beautiful, no nineteen,  dont touch me, hilda said.

    .  ten t on t? Ninety-t said, every monts not muc reac o caress Irene but decided not to.

    Inge smiled in t from tory candle.

    Edired of posing for Cretc himself.

    In tic for anotcree lay on able. Seeds fell into oolbox. From t  by quot;from t;? real. er lay across a cle, but  malicious, Einstein said. Paul ools in o find more Scz cans, . Quickly.

    Irene . S.  ter. And I, I am still quite beautiful, s in t in a different y. Oh!

    From the bank? Inge wondered.

    Eric came he holidays.

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