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"Both, I hope"

Jo giggled and tickled her fingers up his arer!’ " he said, putting his hand to his heart " ‘You do not kno longingly I look upon you/You(it comes to me as of a dream)/I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you…’ "

"You write that, baby?" Jo purred

Meer’ You ever read his poeossip colulance

"You’re e smile at Jo

"This boy lives at the library over on 135th Street Wants to be the next Langston Hughes," Alma informed everyone

"That so?" Jo asked

"I could read some poems to you sometime"

"How ’bout Sunday?" Jo said She licked her lips

"Sundays alere ain and pulled Jo back into line "Coet changed for the moon number"

"Bye, baby" Jo blew Memphis a kiss and he pretended to catch it

"Mear clenched between his teeth "I’irls Papa Charles wants you Hop to"