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I have never spoken of these things to any human being. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. Go, and let him in.
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