Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. The door popped open with a sigh. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds.
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