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Mr. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. I don’t want a family in the suburbs and Christmases at the Florida house and summers at the Hamptons. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. John looked at his feet bashfully.
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