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"
Don
’
t
put
on
that
ghastly
smile
.
"
There
’
s
not
much
else
I
can
do
.
You
’
re
always
right
.
"
But
I
don
’
t
want
always
to
be
right
.
Tell
me
I
’
m
wrong
!
"
Oh
,
you
’
re
right
,
I
said
.
You
know
you
’
re
right
.
"
Oh
,
Ferdinand
!
"
she
said
.
And
then
twice
more
,
Ferdinand
,
Ferdinand
,
and
she
sort
of
prayed
to
heaven
and
acted
someone
in
great
pain
,
so
I
had
to
laugh
,
but
suddenly
she
was
all
serious
,
or
pretending
it
.
"
It
’
s
not
a
little
thing
.
It
’
s
terrible
that
you
can
’
t
treat
me
as
a
friend
.
Forget
my
sex
.
Just
relax
.
"
I
’
ll
try
,
I
said
.
But
then
she
wouldn
’
t
sit
by
me
again
.
She
leant
against
the
wall
reading
another
book
.
Another
day
,
it
was
downstairs
,
she
just
screamed
.
For
no
reason
at
all
,
I
was
fixing
up
a
painting
she
’
d
done
and
wanted
to
see
up
on
the
wall
and
suddenly
sitting
on
the
bed
she
screamed
,
bloodcurdling
it
was
and
I
jumped
round
and
dropped
the
tape
and
she
just
laughed
.
What
’
s
up
,
I
said
.
"
I
just
felt
like
a
good
scream
,
"
she
said
.
