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" "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. That might happen on her birthday—in August. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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