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"
I
’
d
like
to
help
you
.
"
You
think
I
’
m
mad
because
of
what
I
’
ve
done
.
I
’
m
not
mad
.
It
’
s
just
,
well
,
I
’
ve
got
no
one
else
.
There
’
s
never
been
anyone
but
you
I
’
ve
ever
wanted
to
know
.
"
That
’
s
the
worst
kind
of
illness
,
"
she
said
.
She
turned
round
then
,
all
this
was
while
I
was
tying
.
She
looked
down
.
"
I
feel
sorry
for
you
.
"
Then
she
changed
,
she
said
,
"
What
about
washing
?
I
’
ve
washed
some
things
.
Can
I
hang
them
out
?
Or
is
there
a
laundry
?
"
I
said
,
I
’
ll
dry
them
in
the
kitchen
.
You
can
’
t
send
anything
to
the
laundry
.
"
What
now
?
"
And
she
looked
round
.
There
was
something
mischievous
about
her
sometimes
,
you
could
see
she
was
looking
for
trouble
,
in
a
nice
way
.
Teasing
like
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
show
me
your
house
?
"
She
had
a
real
smile
on
,
the
first
I
ever
saw
;
I
couldn
’
t
do
anything
but
smile
back
.
It
’
s
late
,
I
said
.
