‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. Larry kept digging heartily into his spaghetti, not intrigued in the slightest. My only love is for my poor lost son. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his wife. Capes? Well, think what it must be to live in them—soul and mind and body! It’s fun for a man to jest at our position.
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