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"
No
,
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
.
"
"
Nothing
to
it
.
"
"
No
,
no
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
leave
you
alone
.
"
"
That
’
s
funny
.
I
feel
better
.
I
guess
it
was
shouting
at
you
that
did
it
.
Well
,
it
’
s
true
,
"
she
said
,
and
to
prove
it
she
got
up
and
put
on
her
dressing
gown
.
She
did
look
better
.
"
You
’
re
wonderful
,
my
darling
.
"
I
cut
myself
shaving
and
went
down
to
breakfast
with
a
red
tatter
of
toilet
paper
sticking
to
my
face
.
No
Morph
standing
on
the
porch
picking
his
teeth
when
I
went
by
.
I
was
glad
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
see
him
.
I
hurried
just
in
case
he
might
try
to
catch
up
with
me
.
When
I
opened
the
alley
door
I
saw
the
brown
bank
envelope
that
had
been
pushed
under
it
.
It
was
sealed
and
bank
envelopes
are
tough
.
I
had
to
get
out
my
pocket
knife
to
slit
it
open
.
Three
sheets
of
paper
from
a
five
-
cent
lined
school
pad
,
written
on
with
a
soft
lead
pencil
.
A
will
:
"
I
,
being
in
my
right
mind
.
.
.
"
and
"
In
consideration
I
.
.
.
"
A
note
of
hand
:
"
I
agree
to
repay
and
pledge
my
.
.
.
"
Both
papers
signed
,
the
writing
neat
and
precise
.
"
Dear
Eth
:
This
is
what
you
want
.
"
