... him and demand to know what his problem was. While I was lying sleepless in my bed, I even imagined what I would say. But I knew...a card; I would have to make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. I wondered idly what kind of gas...down. I would have written it while he looked, but his clear, elegant script intimidated me. I didn't want to spoil the page with my clumsy...

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