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“life? Listen” the feline she with radishred legs said (crossing them slowly) “I’m asleep. Yep. Youse is asleep kid and everybody is.” And i hazarded “god” (blushing slightly )—“O damn ginks like dis Gawd” opening slowlyslowly them—then carefully the rolypoly voice squatting on a mountain of gum did something like a whisper, “even her.” “The Madam?” I emitted; vaguely watching that mountainous worthy in the fragile act of doing her eyebrows.—Marj’s laughter smacked me: pummeling the curtains, drooped to a purr

i left her permanently smiling

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