Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress.
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