144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. " "Confidentially, I'm assured that he has another. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. “Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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