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The Ballad of the Sad Café-8
    te. tered in topped tables, tant piece of furniture in t in reasures and curios. Miss Amelia s to tion -- one er oak, ttle velvet box imes ake out t box and stand by tones in t ture of fascination, dubious respect, and fear. tones of Miss Amelia aken from or in C bad been a terrible experience, from t minute to t, and all s out of it tle stones; so set great store by t to a mig tay  as ornaments in a co  so tion, to   her face was always saddened and perplexed.

    quot;Amelia,  signify?quot; Cousin Lymon asked her.

    quot;s just an acorn,quot; s;Just an acorn I picked up on ternoon Big Papa died.quot;

    quot;; Cousin Lymon insisted.

    quot;I mean its just an acorn I spied on t day. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. But I dont know w;

    quot; a peculiar reason to keep it,quot; Cousin Lymon said.

    talks of Miss Amelia and Cousin Lymon in tairs, usually in t fe  letting ongue run  t o pop into ain topics of conversation, ook pleasure. All ts  in common -- terminable. So contemplate problems alking on any subject erer. to any conversation oget. Miss Amelia al to ties of tter, going on endlessly in a loful voice and getting no o pick up, magpie fasail ,  least concrete and bearing on some practical facet close at e subjects of Miss Amelia ars, t treatment for cancer, and so forterminable subject wo her.

    quot;; so Lymon. quot;t. Id go to bed just as turned on and sleep --  stirring, Little,quot; er airs from tcove ;Fried grits,quot; ;e
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