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twitching at her
throat muscles.
:19:07
Damn it!
:19:10
To think I can't
carry her to my bed
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and comfort her as I did
when she was three.
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That soft, torn body
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that's my Lena!
:19:35
Don't cry, for Christ's sake.
:19:37
A writer whose name
I've forgotten said,
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" It's like a ghost
falling on top of you
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"when you open the door
to the nursery
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"having long since forgotten
it is the nursery."
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-Do you think I'm grown up?
-I guess being grown up is being able
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to handle your dreams and hopes. Not longing.
-Do you think so?
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Maybe you stop being surprised.
:20:07
How sensible you look,
with your old pipe.
:20:11
-You're quite grown up.
-I wonder. I'm surprised every day.
:20:16
-At what?
-At you.
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And I have the most
unreasonable dreams and hopes.
:20:24
And a longing too, come to that.
:20:27
-Longing?
-Yes. I long for you.
:20:30
Those are very pretty words.
:20:33
Words that don't
mean anything real.
:20:36
I was brought up
with beautiful words.
:20:39
Mama is never furious
or disappointed or unhappy
:20:43
she is "pained". You have
a lot of words like that too.
:20:48
It's a kind of
occupational disease.
:20:52
If you long for me
when I'm here,
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I begin to be suspicious.
-You know what I mean.
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No. If I knew, it would
never enter your head to say so.