There was a gentle rustling of skirts. "Promise me that. ” Capes suddenly abandoned his attitude of meditative restraint. This time he couldn't get far. It isn’t the same thing. \"I'll have to ask Cathy, you know my foster mother? I have not been asked on a date before. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet.
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