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writings by L. B. Fine |
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that picture of you and your brother sitting for the camera
poses. He must be about six so
that I know neither of you wore
him, which I know is impossible, but
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for the moment. Maybe that's why you never asked for it back and I
back, even after you made it a point
had and we took care to wrap it
©L.B. Fine |
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