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It is with something approaching trepidation that I take my typewriter in lap this time, for I'm going to do something of which you won't approve. In short, I'm going to commit matrimony. ... You know, of course, that it's Dickie.
...Perhaps it will deaden me, imprison me. But I'm perfectly contented in he belief that it will not. What did Brick say about his dreams? Go to http://themestream.com/articles/58558.html to find out. |
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