Want the truth? You look like someonewho's caught on something and can't get loose. My sister, see, she's a stenographer . Iguess I dived in, but I don't remember; I was zoned out. The trees huddle in close on either side of the lane.
The water was about waist-deep, cooland almost refreshing now that I was used to it. I've presented the incident as if it wasamusing, and it was, but it was the sort of amusing you never see untillater. Point I was tryin to make is just this: Lance Devore wasaccepted as a nice young fella who could hit a softball three hundredand fifty feet into the trees if he struck it just right. Sure, I said, patting Frank's hand.
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