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He stirred
continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. They did not speak until he had driven past town
limits and were on the highway. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what
I say—if it ain’t a ghost. She looked
at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded
simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that
still lay underneath the bed. Now go. Yes, this was a little better. But to confess about Gerald—
no, a thousand times. ’ She closed her mind on the possibility of finding out, and went on, ‘But
me, I have been in a war, and I have won. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself.
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