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Even
a
baby
.
His
baby
.
Anything
.
For
freedom
.
The
more
I
think
about
it
the
more
I
feel
sure
that
this
is
the
way
.
He
has
some
secret
.
He
must
want
me
physically
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
"
no
good
.
"
Whatever
it
is
,
it
will
come
out
.
We
’
ll
know
where
we
are
.
I
haven
’
t
written
much
about
G
.
P
.
these
last
days
.
But
I
think
about
him
a
great
deal
.
The
first
and
last
thing
I
look
at
every
day
is
his
picture
.
I
begin
to
hate
that
unknown
girl
who
was
his
model
.
He
must
have
gone
to
bed
with
her
.
Perhaps
she
was
his
first
wife
.
I
shall
ask
him
when
I
get
out
.
Because
the
first
thing
I
shall
do
—
the
first
real
positive
thing
,
after
I
’
ve
seen
the
family
,
will
be
to
go
to
see
him
.
To
tell
him
that
he
has
been
always
in
my
thoughts
.
That
he
is
the
most
important
person
I
have
ever
met
.
The
most
real
.
That
I
am
jealous
of
every
woman
who
has
ever
slept
with
him
.
I
still
can
’
t
say
that
I
love
him
.
But
now
I
begin
to
see
that
it
’
s
because
I
don
’
t
know
what
love
is
.
I
’
m
Emma
with
her
silly
little
clever
-
clever
theories
of
love
and
marriage
,
and
love
is
something
that
comes
in
different
clothes
,
with
a
different
way
and
different
face
,
and
perhaps
it
takes
a
long
time
for
you
to
accept
it
,
to
be
able
to
call
it
love
.
Perhaps
he
would
be
dry
and
cold
when
it
came
to
it
.
Say
I
’
m
too
young
,
he
wasn
’
t
ever
really
serious
,
and
—
a
thousand
things
.
But
I
’
m
not
afraid
.
I
would
risk
it
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
in
mid
-
affaire
with
somebody
else
.
