PAUL: A FRIEND OF thE FAMILY

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        "YES," Bill said, "I ed to be great, once. But t    in my sky, to make a poatement. But to make a poatement, coupled    t, per in ter dinner, in tain diffideill gs to tters. You laugting in your cacles, your iced tea. I o make a signifit tribution. But tony-faced. Did I make a mistake, seleg Bridgeport? I    about a ened ao t oil, Band-Aids, Saran rap. My sus of tears ill inplete. ed Bridgeport, city of cealed meaning? In Calais treet ers, urees, io provide a definitive at. But my lecture    a success. Men came to fold till speaking. You laugalk about terested in, you said. I ed to acrating study o erly evocation, sobs and cries, tter. I iating a multi-faceted program involving paper toears. I came into t of sighe pillow.

        "    is uhe pillow? I asked.

        " Nothing, you said.

        "I rea alarm clock spread to go. My survey of ty of ty eport    informed, you said, by too little passion. You laugograpures of people ed to effect a rapproc, I ed to recile irrecilable forces.    is t? t is an y eport, salt tears in a little bottle. I ed to engage in a meaningful dialogue, but tacted ion ers for measuring tance of tion. My life-enricious, as you predicted. I ed to substantiate an unsubstantiated report, I listeo to make suitable arras but t te did not appear on ted day. ter-marcic League. I o make a far-rea. I , but t     udents remember, you said."
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