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we’ll walk you home,

A red neon sign flickered dimly, buzzed like a dying insect, as they passed.

Ты не можешь всё время быть ребёнком. Со временем ты начинаешь замечать такие вещи, которых раньше не видел.

The drugstore was a small pool of sluggish air which the great wooden fans stirred in tides of arnica and tonic and soda-smell out onto the brick streets.

A casual remark. But now, tonight, them finding the body, I heard a minute ago, I thought, My God, what’ve I done!” He handed over the package, much too full.
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“I’m sorry. Course, maybe it was nothing.”
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She held out her money automatically.
“There’s no charge on those peppermints,” said the druggist, turning to shuffle some papers.

“We’re all overwrought,” said Lavinia. “I simply won’t take a taxi if you get one. If I’m the next victim, let me be; the next. There’s all too little excitement in life, especially for a maiden lady thirty-three years old, so don’t you mind if I enjoy it.

“You’re only an hour late,

Baseball bats and balls lay upon the unfootprinted lawns.

“We’re crazy being out on a night like this,” said Helen.

And besides, it’s too soon. The killings always come a month separated.”