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"I feel like I should say so like clioal in life?"

"Yes," I whispered, holding et e house with a whole mess of kids"

I couldn’t breathe

"So old-fashioned, I know," he said with a slight laugh "Not like the ht?"

I finally found my voice It was buried, you see, behind this lu, Clark Go with the other," I whispered "It sounds pretty great"

"It does?"

"Oh, yeah," I answered "Who wouldn’t want that?"

My hand actually hurt froht back east Everyone was at my parents’ house, the table surrounded by my family, i with enough casserole dishes and serving platters to feed the Franklin arhed, we yelled, we joked, we teased, we ate It was everything I’d be le Sunday, and somewhere between the scalloped potatoes and the triple-layer strawberry shortcake,a little overwhel my arms around myself to fend off the chilly air And the melancholy

"It’s too much so fro pool

"You know she’ll kill you if she catches pipe tobacco on your clothes," I warned, knowingHe’d cut down considerably as he’d gotten older, but she still got on his case about it

"I’ll tell her it was Peterson next door She’ll never know the difference," he said, blowing a few sht, because Mo a day old" I crossed over to him as he tapped his pipe out on the bottom of his shoe

We looked up at the stars for a ht moon

"Peanut Have I told you how proud I aut Not to mention the tear ducts

"Where did that come from?" I asked My father was a man of feords when it came to raw emotion