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"
We
’
re
short
on
unattached
elderly
female
relatives
.
Put
your
mind
to
it
.
If
only
we
could
can
them
or
salt
or
pickle
them
for
a
little
while
.
Mary
,
madonna
,
put
your
mind
to
it
.
I
ache
to
be
alone
with
you
in
a
strange
place
.
We
could
walk
the
dunes
and
swim
naked
at
night
and
I
would
tousle
you
in
a
fern
bed
.
"
"
Darling
,
I
know
,
darling
.
I
know
it
’
s
been
hard
on
you
.
Don
’
t
think
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Well
,
hold
me
close
.
Let
’
s
think
of
some
way
.
"
"
You
’
re
still
shivering
.
Do
you
feel
cold
?
"
"
Cold
and
hot
,
full
and
empty
—
and
tired
.
"
"
I
’
ll
try
to
think
of
something
.
I
really
will
.
Of
course
I
love
them
but
—
"
"
I
know
,
and
I
could
wear
my
bow
tie
—
"
"
Will
they
put
them
in
jail
?
"
"
I
wish
we
could
—
"
"
Those
men
?
"
