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It wasn't a bed of roses.
-It was I who had to sit with Papa in the evenings.
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It was I who had to comfort him to
keep repeating that you did love him
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just the same, that
you were sure to come back.
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I read your letters out loud.
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Your long, loving, amusing
letters in which you told us
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of your interesting travels.
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We sat there like two idiots
reading your letters
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over and over. We thought a more
wonderful person didn't exist.
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You hate me.
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I don't know. I looked forward
so much to your coming.
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I don't know what
I was imagining.
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Maybe I thought you
were lonely and sad.
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I'm so confused.
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I thought I was grown up and
could look clearly at you and me
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and Helena's illness
and our childhood.
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Now it's all one big muddle.
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It's all right now.
Wake up.
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I'll sit here with you
until you go to sleep.