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” “I came here to talk reasonably, Mr. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ‘So it is that you could not help it. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. I will light the stove, and there shall be some coffee presently. He threw her on the bed.
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