. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. ” “Personally,” he went on, “I must confess to a great disappointment.
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