"And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his outlandish name?" "Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. It's my way when I'm ruffled. “Perhaps your engagements are made for you. Knew something was up. You say I know nothing. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines.
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