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“Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. “You do not even know what you are talking about. I've always been more or less music-mad. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. They went to the gate and stopped there, gabbed with their men, and didn’t even dismount. She took some shirts, underwear, shoes, a duffel bag, and his wallet to make it look like he had gone a-traveling.
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