\"Let's get out of here. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. "All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht.
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