nd ts of time, sting, neglect, regret. . . t all. . .

    But. Letty. Letty came home.

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    I oo old and too far gone to miss t.

    Fat chance.

    I  door t of feeding him.

    But so die at ly ample leisure in t and privacy of ; s,  to curned all to crazy patchwork.

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    But, okay, so I al Lettys return from te grave of tric  out into to pick a feulips, tuously among ttercups, fat as butter tys been feeding him up.

    quot;Im pleased to see you,quot; I said.

    In a Japanese folk tale it  of , rusty and tactile as in life, t pining itself from deato life again to come to t t  and splutter along tal Radio is braying from an upper , palpable as a second-, drotercups.

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    times of our reprieves are equally random.

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