Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. “My parents left for Vail on a plane this morning. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment.
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