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“Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. She sensed a pelvic exam coming on. I could not hear his heart beat. They shouted to her from the wings to come off.
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