‘She knows what she’s up against. She opened it and imbibed. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. ” She commented. " "Silly love stories?" "No; love wasn't the theme. A silence ensued. ” She found herself trying to remember all the old tunes her mother had taught her, as they were bright as little stars. She spotted her opportunity. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato.
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