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The Ballad of the Sad Café-3

        til it    midnig t ill sat on ttom steps, bent over miserably ing on ood s, one foot resting on tep of tairs. S for a long time. en seen in slig appears to be bot last s;I dont kno;

        "Im Lymon illis," said the hunchback.

        "ell, e on in," s;Some supper    in tove and you    eat."

        Only a feimes in ed ao eat o trick t of t ter, t s ter part of ternoon. At any rate s tumpy Ma off ed t door and looked all around to see t    to tc tore. tcase, sniffing and .

        "Sit do; said Miss Amelia. "Ill just warm up ws ;

        It oget nig grudge    of    potatoes. Miss Amelia ate slo able, bent over te,    and    braced on t smelled food in montear crept do    a little leftover tear a not all. table rimmed, burning blue at ting a    t e carefully    bread, and t syrup over t t e. ilted back ig, a arm besleeves -- an unscious     took table and jerked oaircase as an invitation for to folloer her.

        Above tore t    tremely . And noaking up y little ranger, e from God knoeps at a time,    t made on taircase , ted sore    of town.

        t m oenants    ting out tobacco plants. to t blue so out early rees ligheir blossoms.

        Miss Amelia came do about daly set about er in t to see about y, plaon, up    to tore in t. But no one as yet    and till no e guest. A fe Miss Amelias moter -- but ter. As for t it rumped-up business. And to surely s    of ter feeding    to o    tore. Miss Amelia ore for a o o puzzled and talkative.

        t day Miss Amelia did not open tore, but stayed locked up iarted -- terrible t tory about unned by it tarted by a    every times    of    urned suddenly and said:

        "I kno suitcase."

        atement of fact. And    to ale to up t day. In it    to s burial is of too prison, t old in ed ail. It rained and    t in tals, o Miss Amelia, even put on Sunday clot ogetreet, talking and core.

        It rue to say t all toook part in tival. t Miss Amelia, being ric go out of o murder a vagabond for a ferifles of junk. In to    t even for terest and t otion it ail; it gave to to tentiary and beirocuted in Atlanta. t rary in every single respect as sed to suc t t once -- t. t Miss Amelia    queer of face, raised motary man, t early in youto be six feet t natural for a    s of life oo peculiar ever to reason about. Above all, t unreasonable sdal ever to own.

        So t toy. And    for a debt, etting ter ing toion, a ridiculous little iickle, and a deep, unnamable sadness. But enoug of town was making a ernoon.
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