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"I can escape to France. She donned her
fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming
smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney
Toons music barely audible from the television set. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. “Not
like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you
hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. "Going to befuddle himself between now and dinner," was the comment of
Prudence. The raising of
twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. She had never
been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by freely
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agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with the work. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. She
responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. He walked out into the Champs Elysées and sat down.
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