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"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. . She drew it out with shaking fingers. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. Let us walk about. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out.
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