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Sara reminds me of a little deer
Papa brought home once.
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I looked after it,
but it died.
:29:14
Mama always said
it was doomed.
:29:18
Doomed?
What's that mean, Irma?
:29:21
Doomed to die, of course.
:29:24
"The boy stood
on the burning deck,
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whence all but he had fled,
tra la..."
:29:29
I forget the rest.
:29:32
I think I must be doomed.
I don't feel at all well.
:29:37
I do wish you'd stop
talking for once.
:29:41
Poor Edith.
We'll go back soon.