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It
was
not
my
fault
.
How
was
I
to
know
she
was
iller
than
she
looked
.
She
just
looked
like
she
had
a
cold
.
I
got
the
pictures
developed
and
printed
that
night
.
The
best
ones
were
with
her
face
cut
off
.
She
didn
’
t
look
much
anyhow
with
the
gag
,
of
course
.
The
best
were
when
she
stood
in
her
high
heels
,
from
the
back
.
The
tied
hands
to
the
bed
made
what
they
call
an
interesting
motif
.
I
can
say
I
was
quite
pleased
with
what
I
got
.
The
next
day
she
was
up
when
I
went
in
,
in
her
housecoat
,
like
she
was
waiting
for
me
.
What
she
did
was
very
surprising
,
she
took
a
step
forward
and
went
down
on
her
knees
at
my
feet
.
Like
she
was
drunk
.
Her
face
was
very
flushed
,
I
did
see
;
she
looked
at
me
and
she
was
crying
and
she
had
got
herself
up
into
a
state
.
"
I
’
m
terribly
ill
.
I
’
ve
got
pneumonia
.
Or
pleurisy
.
You
’
ve
got
to
get
a
doctor
.
"
I
said
,
get
up
and
go
back
to
bed
.
Then
I
went
to
get
her
coffee
.
When
I
came
back
I
said
,
you
know
you
’
re
not
ill
,
if
it
was
pneumonia
you
couldn
’
t
stand
up
even
.
"
I
can
’
t
breathe
at
nights
.
I
’
ve
got
a
pain
here
,
I
have
to
lie
on
my
left
side
.
Please
take
my
temperature
.
Look
at
it
.
"
Well
I
did
and
it
was
a
102
but
I
knew
there
were
ways
you
could
fake
temperatures
.
"
The
air
’
s
stifling
here
.
"
There
’
s
plenty
of
air
,
I
said
.
It
was
her
fault
for
having
used
that
game
before
.
