"Never love a ; ;t ake.    ime it     you t give your    ter t. Until trong enougo run into to a tree. taller tree. ts    yourself love a    t;

        "S; Joe Bell informed me.

        "Moderately," ;But Doe. I explai to    and. e so eac; S t; be intains by no;

        "s salkin about?" Joe Bell asked me.

        ed ini. "Lets ; soue. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at ty place; so vague. Just a try w;

        tRALER MARRIES FOURt    ba beloo anot of text t I could see read: Rut;Rusty" traen accused of pro-Nazi sympato Greeniful -- Not t I ed to read any more. rain. But Id bee seen really, since our drunken Sunday at Joe Bells bar. tervening oo plicated to ret board able i; and, ly escaped tation of a small t anote. Betainty of my draft status and a lack ofspecific experience, I couldo find an from a discing intervieor oft ney    of to a state of nervous iia. So I more t it epositive. If    "absurd foetus," t in t as ,rage a little t of being in love tle. For I as Id once been in love man egory of love gees jealousy, too.

        ation I bougail-end of tsentence, discovered t Rustys bride iful cirl from t tp ook a taxi t of the way home.

        Madame Sapp me in the hall, wild-eyed and wringing her hands.

        "Run," s;Bring t;

        It sounded like it. As tigers . A riot ofcrasurned furniture. But t seem unnatural. "Run," s;tell t;

        I ran; but only upstairs to    : tsubsided. Stopped altoget leading to let me in    unanss to break doed in a bruised so go for t;Sup," sold, "a out of my ;

        It e; Ybarra-Jaegar. Looking not at all t Brazilian diplomat; butsy and frig of oo. And, using ;In ; o a manapanying him.

        Sino one prevented me, I folloo tment,    last tmas tree led, veryliterally: its broorn-up books, broken lampsand pied, its tents tossedaround t of t was calmly lig a puddle of milk.

        In ttles made me gag. I steppedon tered,t is    José so blindly, seemed not to see tor, ing ;Youre a tired young lady. Very tired. You    to go to sleep, dont you?

        Sleep."

        finger. "Sleep,"

        sed, fretful c; me. Let me s. I sa;

        "it; lullabied tor, seleg from his black case ahypodermic.

        José averted    t of a needle. ";

        Englision an unintended irony. "S;

        "Didnt    a bit, no?" inquired tor, smugly dabbing ton.

        So suffitly to focus tor. "Everyts. ; But s heir own accord.

        "S; insisted José.

        "Please, sir," tor e s ;if you ient."

        José o t room, iptoeing presenadame Spanella. "Dont touc; sened as o tuguese oaths.

        , too; or so I surmised from his expression.

        Instead, ed me to tle ained dry vermout;I ; ;I    ting like a crazy. I must    is too delicate: my name, my ;

        o learn t I sa;sdal"; demolise affair.

        "It is only a question of grieving," ; stle. t a doctor."

        "But ed to kno; over, Rusty? If I ;

        "Rusty?"

        I ill carrying my neer, and she headline.
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