Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. D'ye hear. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Very dark, like yours, ma’am. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. She didn’t realize she was until one day she has horrible cramps and she screams for me while she is on the toilet, and then she screams for her mother. And how much I owe you, too, dearest Winifred, for your kindness and attention.
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