So it seems. Welltell me about it

john9221 · Wysłany: Sob 11:14, 05 Mar 2011

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Itiscoldinhere.WellI'llsoonwarmitup….Here'ssomelettersLem
gotatKremmlin'theotherday.YoureadwhileIrustlesomegrubfor
you.
Moore scanned the addresses on the several envelopes and sighed.
From home! I hate to read them.
Why?
queried Wade.
OhbecausewhenIwroteIdidn'ttellthemIwashurt.Ifeellikea
liar.
It's just as wellWilsbecause you swear you'll not go home.
Me?Ishouldsmilenot….Bent―I―I―hopedColliemightanswer
the note you took her from me.
Not yet. Wilsgive the lass time.
Time? Heavens [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! it's three [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ks and more.
Goaheadan'readyourlettersorI'llknockyouontheheadwithone
of these chunks ordered Wade, mildly.
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Moore, he was surprised to find the boy crying over one of the letters.
Wilswhat's the trouble?
he asked.
Ohnothing. I―I―just feel badthat's all replied Moore.
Ahuh! So it seems. Welltell me about it?
Pardmy father―has forgiven me.
Theoldson-of-a-gun!Good!Whatfor?Younevertoldmeyou'ddone
anythin'.
Iknow―butIdid―doalot.Iwassixteenthen.Wequarreled.AndI
ranoffupheretopunchcows.ButafterawhileIwrotehometomother
andmyilai:
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