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Gina, the eleven year old, just couldn’t take it and she ran away. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. But God did not put you next door. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. The Pursuit. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come.
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