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JIM

Nodding slowly. I reckon I get it, Lu. LU

Not quite, Jim, because you're different, and that's what makes it so hard. I know, there isn't much a woman don't know about these things.

A man jest sees what he wants and fights fer it; he don't feel or think of anything else, he jest fights. But with a woman it's different. If you

could only understand, Jim. A woman's got to give. She can't live without giving, and when it ain't children it's everything else. And even if it ain't quite the same - it's almost, Jim-almost. JIM

Some of us wake up too late, Lu! LU

Why, that's life, Jim.. It begins then. It ain't

anything like we think it's going to be. It's only when the fairies come back that we understand. JIM

The what, Lu ? LU

Why, Jim, ain't you ever seen the children talking

and playing with the little things that no one else can see ? It's the fairies, Jim. Even the babies when they can't talk - have you ever noticed

how all of a sudden they change and their big