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"
Wrong
,
but
it
’
s
just
as
wonderful
.
And
I
won
’
t
tell
till
you
wash
up
,
because
you
’
ll
have
to
be
clean
to
hear
it
.
"
"
What
I
hear
is
the
love
music
of
a
blue
-
bottom
baboon
.
"
And
I
did
—
it
blatted
from
the
living
room
,
where
Allen
importuned
his
soul
in
a
phlegm
of
revolt
.
"
Just
when
I
was
ready
,
to
ask
you
to
go
steady
,
they
said
I
didn
’
t
know
my
mind
.
Your
glance
gives
me
ants
whenever
we
romance
,
and
they
say
I
couldn
’
t
know
my
mind
.
"
"
I
think
I
’
ll
burn
him
up
,
heaven
wife
.
"
"
No
,
you
won
’
t
.
Not
when
you
hear
.
"
"
Can
’
t
you
tell
me
dirty
?
"
"
No
.
"
I
went
through
the
living
room
.
My
son
responded
to
my
greeting
with
the
sharp
expression
of
a
piece
of
chewed
gum
.
"
I
hope
you
got
your
lonely
lovin
’
heart
swept
up
.
"
"
Huh
?
"
