Sted a ya;But its not messages I leave  Ive been up tellsme o say, ts sno ; so t;Ive taken care ofmyself a long time.quot; t seemed refracted to my cransparent c;Do you mind? I only  to rest a moment. So lets dont sayanoto sleep.quot;

    I pretended to, I made my breato-door c o ;Poor Fred,quot; sseemed so me, but s. quot;s cold. t; o rest against my s.

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    S up. quot;O; sarting for t;I e snoops.quot;

    t day, Friday, I came o find outside my door a grand-luxe C ly, traveling: and scribbled on ten . You  tendresse -- bot te at  I could afford, a buncreet-vendor violets. But apparently s ain a doairs key. At any rate s; and as to feel tocments, as if I ed by my closest friend. A disquietingloneliness came into my life, but it induced no ance: t-free, sugarless diet. By ednesdayts of omato, of ant t I couldnt  nig a message in omorro morning ree in t: Bless you for reminding me. Can youstop for a drink tonight 6-ish?

    I ed until ten past six, tes more.

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    quot;Kids in t; ioning a cigar toer ood (anding because to sit on) seemed as t  moved into; you expected tosmell  paint. Suitcases and unpacked crates ure. tesserved as tables. One supported tini; anotyp and a boed a erature. I o t once, I liked its flyby-night look.

    t. quot;You expected?quot;

    ain. ed on me, made neat,exploratory incisions.