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‘Gives you a chance to write your poetry, I suppose’

She perked up ‘You’ve heard of my poetry?’

‘I have, madame’

‘Would you like to hear one?’

Beauvoir tried to catch the chief’s eye, but Gaymnastics

‘I would consider it an honor, if it’s not too much trouble’

‘Here, sit here’ She practically shoved Gareat cracking sound, breaking both the chair and his bank balance in one go But nothing happened The chair, the wood and his savings were solid

Odile returned with her worn notebook, the one Beauvoir had seen her slam shut on his previous visit

She cleared her throat and adjusted her shoulders, as a fighter ht before the foe

‘Over the moor at dusk there fled

The disht and main,

Me and ull screamed, the reeds were bent,

But hand in hand the three,

We hurried on – going against the wind,

Me and my love and me

‘I call it "Me and My Love and Me"’

Gamache was too stunned to speak but Beauvoir found his voice

‘That onderful I could see the whole thing’

And heGaible stuff that didn’t even rhyme This at least , see the rain

‘Would you like another one?’