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I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. " "That's better.
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