| from "is 5": One: Five Americans: IV. Marj... e.e. cummings... |
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"life? Listen" the feline she with radishred legs said (crossing them slowly) "I'm asleep. Yep. Youse is asleep kid and everybody is." And i hazarded "god" (blushing slightly)-"O damn ginks like dis Gawd" opening slowlyslowly them-then carefully the rolypoly voice squatting on a mountain of gum did something like a whisper, "even her." "The Madam?" I emitted; vaguely watching that mountainous worthy in the fragile act of doing her eyebrows.-Marj's laughter smacked me: pummeling the curtains, drooped to a purr . . . |
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i left her permanently smiling |
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