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"
I
know
!
But
don
’
t
you
figure
someone
slipped
up
there
?
"
"
You
mean
about
him
thinking
she
was
the
same
age
as
her
picture
and
her
a
trillion
years
old
all
the
time
?
No
,
sir
,
I
think
it
’
s
swell
!
"
"
Swell
,
for
gosh
sakes
?
"
"
The
last
few
days
when
Mr
.
Forrester
told
me
a
little
here
or
a
little
there
and
I
finally
put
it
all
together
—
boy
,
did
I
bawl
my
head
off
.
I
don
’
t
even
know
why
.
I
wouldn
’
t
change
one
bit
of
it
.
If
you
changed
it
,
what
would
we
have
to
talk
about
?
Nothing
!
And
besides
,
I
like
to
cry
.
After
I
cry
hard
it
’
s
like
it
’
s
morning
again
and
I
’
m
starting
the
day
over
.
"
"
I
heard
everything
now
.
"
"
You
just
won
’
t
admit
you
like
crying
,
too
.
You
cry
just
so
long
and
everything
’
s
fine
.
And
there
’
s
your
happy
ending
.
And
you
’
re
ready
to
go
back
out
and
walk
around
with
folks
again
.
And
it
’
s
the
start
of
gosh
-
knows
-
what
-
all
!
Any
time
now
,
Mr
.
Forrester
will
think
it
over
and
see
it
’
s
just
the
only
way
and
have
a
good
cry
and
then
look
around
and
see
it
’
s
morning
again
,
even
though
it
’
s
five
in
the
afternoon
.
"
"
That
don
’
t
sound
like
no
happy
ending
to
me
.
"
"
A
good
night
’
s
sleep
,
or
a
ten
-
minute
bawl
,
or
a
pint
of
chocolate
ice
cream
,
or
all
three
together
,
is
good
medicine
,
Doug
.
You
listen
to
Tom
Spaulding
,
M
.
D
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
you
guys
,
"
said
Charlie
.
"
We
’
re
almost
there
!
"
