My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. He greeted the corpulent boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS Jason\" with familiarity. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. Think better of it.
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