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Thank you. I think just having the possibility was keeping me going, more than I realized. You know the letters I mentioned? I sent them, the first day the door opened. It was cutting it fine, but I did hope I might get something in return. I didn't, the door closed again before anything came back. It was just so, so close. I'm sorry, I know you've lost so much.
Hey, I'll not be disappointed. But I'm sure I can sit nearby just reading or something, if Dan allows it, and it would help.
I know. I don't believe in the other
Really? Well, now you know. It was a real sort of fancy treat back home, and Washington liked to put it on a menu when he really wanted something from you. What's a poor immigrant to do under such conditions?
You're a doll No allergies. Thank you. I feel a lot better already.