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From: | Bethany Aldridge |
Subject: | [Af-test] Re: |
Date: | Mon, 25 Dec 2006 05:14:03 +0500 |
He replaced the receiver slowly, a line from an
old Roger Miller song occurring to him and seeming to make a certain senseless
sense: No phone, no pool, no pets. Overlying even all this was a picture, which grew clearer and clearer (as if a giant slide had been projected against the cloud in which he lay) as time passed. ("Virginia") Sandpiper hastened to assure him that she was not using his character to make money, nor did she have any plans in that direction - heaven forbid! He had collected four of her bobby-pins as assiduously as a squirrel collects nuts for the winter, and had secreted them under his mattress along with the pills. He replaced the receiver
slowly, a line from an old Roger Miller song occurring to him and seeming to
make a certain senseless sense: No phone, no pool, no pets. He replaced the
receiver slowly, a line from an old Roger Miller song occurring to him and
seeming to make a certain senseless sense: No phone, no pool, no
pets.
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