You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom.
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