1. My son went down after his death. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. This year—I’ve got it badly. As in all things, so his thoughts came to him deliberately. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk.
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