Breakfast at Tiffanys-24
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I sat doo me, and felt as badly fora, as she could feel for herself.
quot;Yes, I ;
And I did: t ing to. But I to destroy tter; or to keep it in my pocket atively inquiredif, if by any ce;. It er; I ting by reeked of iodine and bedpans, a al room. S of . quot;ell, darling,quot; sed me, as Itiptoed totes and a s, quot;I lost t; S quite t believe how ill shed been.
Yet it rue: quot;C, I nearly cooled. No fooling, t had me.
Sorm. I guess I couldnt old you about t woman.
Since I didnt kno il my brot a meant, Freds dying; and t meanred bitc! But its all ts aing to give you t crazy and brokeeveryt;
Except for tor sients, a trio of triplet-like ladies not unkind but total, speculated in walian.
: quot;t doneme ;; and, to a suggestion t s traig;I cant. t speak Englis dream of spoiling t; It s Joseacute;.
tant ster sed oug advanced ;Darling,quot; sructed me, quot; oft ick.quot;
Guided by a compact mirror, sed every vestige of t of ube, colored taco er a displeased appraisal of ion, ster and let ;tastes bum. But divine,quot;
sossing me tter: quot;Maybe te a rat-romance. Dont be aloud. Id like to myself.quot;
It began: quot;My dearest little girl -- quot;
once interrupted. Sed to kno of ting.
I t notigric script. quot;Its o a t.
Buttoned up and constipated,quot; s;Go on.quot;
quot;My dearest little girl, I as otconceive of my despair upon discovering in sucal