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It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. “It was great, Shari!” She replied the stars still in her eyes. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them.
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