Thoughts began to struggle, floated away of the mellow wine, in the wet road. The walk carefully. "Grandpa, you and so I" and are familiar with fuzzy ears heard the sound of the child, "is me, this child is my" with shock, touching her hand young face, only to touch the fingertips to the cold water . "Oh, the children to" the voices of old but throughout the whole Old House, The old man picked up his children, face the laughter echoed in the ear, through my young life.

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