Outside  as a mailbox (red ser, blue lumpy corduroy pants), looked around poignantly for someone to erfly locked inside t mailbox, surely;  ever escape? Or y of mailboxness stuck to s, like  of green Silly Putty disappeared into fat Priscilla urned to greet he door on her hands and knees.

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    quot;Im ugly,quot; sting back on ;Our c;

    quot;Nonsense,quot; Brian said s;tiful. Ot our c up and go back out to to be curing a ;

    quot;t; s;I couldnt cure it. I tried everyt love me any more. tale. Im ugly and so are t said to tell you goodbye.quot;

    quot;It?quot;

    quot;t; s;Is one of our celegrams. erosexual?quot; Sic;ting aeel ed to live in Connecticut? I dont kno;

    quot;Get up,quot; ly, quot;get up, dearly beloved. Stand up and sing. Sing Parsifal.quot;

    quot;I  a triump; s;A tR-4. Everyone in Stamford, every single person,  me. If you gave me a tR-4 Id put our ugly c and drive ao ellfleet. Id take all t of your life.quot;

    quot;A green one?quot;

    quot;A red one,quot; s;Red s.quot;

    quot;Arent you supposed to be c?quot; ;I bougronic data processing system. An IBM.quot;

    quot;I  to go to ellfleet,quot; s;I  to talk to Edmund ilson and take R-4- t to talk about, Bunny and me.quot;

    quot; you remove t; Brian said kindly. quot;Its too bad about t;

    quot;I loved t ; s;o ty of texas on your roan Volvo, I t you o be somebody. I gave you my  rings on it. Rings t my mot you o be distinguis;

    ;Everytters,quot; ;Play t you?quot;

    quot;You al; s;My four or five caugo be afraid of it. t I dont suppose you care.quot;

    quot; can ,quot; ;;

    quot;tty in t; sonelessly.

    quot;Rain is falling,quot; ;Rain or somet;

    quot;ed from ton Sc; s;I t at last! I t noo Stamford and eresting neig t interesting. teresting but ime. teresting. t open it at 3:31 p.m. today. es late. t lied again.quot;

    iture of impatience, Brian turned on t. t burst of electricity illuminated urned tiny face. Eyes like snoamar dancing. My name in tionary, in teral Good Fortune. Piano bread perern orld. Coriolanus.

    quot;O; s;Look at my knees.quot;

    Brian looked. her knees were blushing.

    quot;Its senseless, senseless, senseless,quot; s;Ive been caulking t.  for? I dont kno to give me more money. Ben is bleeding. Bessie s to be an S.S. man. Sified  ;

    quot;Yes. Bessie.quot;

    quot;s t;

    quot;Billy. Named after your fat;

    quot;Youve got to get me an air o clean teets t disease? t, every single one, if you dont get me an air ;

    quot;And a compressor,quot; Brian said. quot;And a Pinetop Smit;

    Stered against terrazzo. ten large on . ig. quot;Altmans is ; s;Maybe I s;

    quot;Listen,quot; ;Get up. Go into trundle t too muc.quot;

    quot;You  touc piano,quot; s;Not in a million years.quot;

    quot;You really t?quot;

    quot;Not in a million years,quot; s;you p;

    quot;All rig; Brian said quietly. quot;All rig; rode over to took a good grip on its black varniso trundle it across ter a sligation, it struck him dead.