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Exponent of the Real Religion: It Is Not Saving for Himself That Makes a Man, But Service for Others
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He Never Takes a Date &
OopyrUfbt, IfilS, International Nsw* Ssrrir*.
BY NELL BRINKLEY
Did you ever do
I bis—sic up and
melt your little
i liest out anil
cmile sort of off
hand and dare
Danny to take a
.shot at you? He
never does, you
ktxvw, take * dare.
You sit back on
your heels, and
you think it's a
pime—Just fun.
The little chap's
grot mch s playful
smile, and he fools
around and fools
around and sends
his arrow quiver
ing Into the walls
—but you are
dead certain that
he'd never loose it
Into yonr even
pulsed heart. And
so, in the midst
of this mild play
and gentle cams
rsderle. you put
your two flats on
your hips and
dare young Dan
t" wing you! And
r 7 '
h e braces h i s
small legs a n ■]
rounds out hi N
tummy and draws
the singing string
to his pink ear
(and still it looks
like play, for his
mouth beyond the
bow is smili ng
just the samel,
and he shuts on»
bright eye; and
you smile on also
—and — one tiny,
vicious twang —
time enough teeee
behind Lowe’s
smile an icy cruel,
ty — and over you
topple—clean sons
— in love —the
deadly bittersweet
struck deep 1 n
your heart! Did
you ever dare
Love to wing you
and find he never
takes a dare?
Don't do it, even
if you’re the last-
ingest old bache
lor ever was!
—.Veil Brinkley.
Cupid may be a tiny little imp, but he knows no fear, and nothing ‘'feazes” him.
Their Married Life
HIS MOTHER'S HEAVY, MIDDAY CHRISTMAS ' f\ I L/ /\
DINNER UPSETS WARREN’S DIGESTION I, ! £ \ ^ £ \ X
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
J
By MABEL HERBERT URNER. i w lth " of sympathy. she could
j havs hugged her for that remark.
4 * ]\ ft " THKR take this chair.” "Well, Hhe'll not make him very;
Ivl Warren drew forward a , b«r V If she'« the headstrong, willful
1VA >er K e armchair for h i 8 | ^ I take her «o he. ■ grunted
mother, and then nettled himself on ‘ "l thought she was very
the window seeat with a cigar. sweet/' ventured Helen. and ah
With a qukrk, self-conscious glance seem* to be a girl of exceptional in
shout the room. Helen went over to telligence
the couch where Carrie's two chil
dren were playing with one of the
many games Santa Claus ha<l
brought them.
They had Just come In from dinner,
the family Christmas dinner that
Warren's mother always had at 3
"’clock. And now they would alt
around and talk for the rest of the
h fternoon
Helen alwsaya dreaded these holi
day dinners, and she dreaded more
the "sitting around'' afterward.
Every one felt heavy and uncom
fortable from having eaten an over
rich dinner at thia unaccustomed
hour Warren’s father, leaning hack
n his big leather chair, nodded
ileepilf, and tjhe others felt too lan-
rtild to make much attempt at eon-
rersatlon.
Helen began fitting a set of dom
inoes into their box from the sheer
need of doing something with her
hands She had anticipated this try
ing period after dinner and had
longed to bring some fancy work. Hut
• he knew Warreei'e mother would be
shocked at her "sewing on Christ
mas
"Hooka like It’s getting ready to quaking at her
Eh? What's that”" demanded Mr.
Curtis sharply.
"I thought she seemed very sweet
and unusually intelligent for so
young a girl," repeated Helen
A STRONG M ILL
"Humph! Well, headstrongness
isn’t intelligence! And Bob's not the
one to put up with any foolishness—
that boy’s got a will of his own.”
"I think all of the Curtlaes have,"
said Helen quietly.
"Eh” What's that”"
: elen knew perfectly vs ell that Mr.
Curtis had heard what she said, but
he always greeted her remarks with
a rasping, "Eh? What's that?”
"I said I thought all the Curtises
were strong-willed.'' with deliberate
defiance "though I've noticed they
resent that trait In any one else
"Eh? What's that -what's that”"
fairly spluttered Mr. Curtis. "Well,
maybe we think one headstrong, self-
willed daughter-in-law in the family
is enough."
"No doubt you're right." retorted
Helen outwardly calm, hut inwardly
temerity. "And l
hope Hobs wife will be more sue
ces. ful than 1—In winning the ap-j
proval of her husband's family.”
There was an ominous silence.
, Helen kept her eyes on the dominoes,
"They're overbuilding all around , but she knew that Warren ««s gl*:
here. Half of th^se apartments are ( j n g at her. and that M Curtis was
empty. People won’t pay the ient.”
growled Warren's father, who owned
snow'," commented Carrie, who was
sitting by the window, "How fast
they’re putting up that corner build
ing. How many stories." counting
them. "Fifteen
speechless with rage
Who would have broken the alien
the old-fashioned three stor\ hoime , Rn(1 what t,he\ would have said Helen;
never knew, for Roy. <’Rrrle s little j
liov, now demanded ehrlll.v: ,
"Aunt Helen, you eald you d i>la>
they lived in. and who hated the in
\asion of the large apartments. "All
cheaply built, too. Speculative build
ings—every one of ’em "
"We were talking about Bob tak
ing one of those corner apartments.'" boar ,\ ', low where's the men?'
murmured Mrs. Curtis "He promised , a.i-it >aih ” ■leefullv sc
me he’d go over and look at them.’’
escapement, she was walking down ,
the street with Warren.
"If you want to take the subwn>
all rignt,” curtly. "I want some e.\- i
ercise."
"Oh, I think I can walk . I'm sure
T can.” protested Helen. "And the
streets are so wonderful now." for
the lights were beginning to gleam
out through 1he half dusk.
They walked on in silence. Helen
had expected hint to storm out at her
about her words with his father
And now. ns always, his silence wua
more disconcerting than his out
spoken wrath
She felt too that this time he had
r:ght to be ang» Sne was full of
remorse and aelf reproach that she
had allowed his father to Irritate her
to the point of clashing.
It was quite dark now, and Helen
• lipped an appealing hand through
Warren’s arm. but his arm hung
stiffly straight and unresponsive
"Dear. I know' I shouldn't have
spoken like that to your father I’m
sorry!”
"Huh, you’re always sorry! You
say and do whatever you blame
please then try to wriggle out of it
by saying ‘you’re sorry.’ "
"But I do want you to know, dear
that to-day after you gave me that
beautiful"
"Well, there's other ways of show
ing appreciation besides everlastingly
spouting about it. Here’s a drug
store I've got 11* get something for
this indigestion. These midday din
ners are inventions of the devil!"
Helen followed him into the drug
store, where he bought a boitle of
pepsin lozenges
"See here." as they came out on the
street "Are we supposed to go to
Carrie's for New Year's dinner""
'. Why, yes, dear; she invited us sev
eral weeks ag«* Von said w**'d go"'
"Well, now. I say we WON'T! You
have a headache or any other kind
of an ache that'll get us out of that
One of these tUrkey-inluce pie-holi
day orgies u year is ENOl.’CHI' Any
way. It's all my digestion will stand."
(Novelized ¥y>
. parches! with me.'
•8o 1 did." cheerfully-
Here’s the
I'll get 'em,” gleefully scrambling
down Off the vouch, tor Roy adored
"Nonsense, mother." piotested Car- j b j s Aunt Helen, and to pluy games
rie, "you know she won’t be willing
to live that near the family. 1 Yen
ture she’ll make Bob take an apart
ment over there on- Park avenue.’’
•Well, Bob »an’t afford any forty
with her was h rare treat.
"Perhaps wed better play in the
other room," suggested Helen. " 1 hen
we won’t disturb any on*." and with
out glancing at Warren or his father.
five-hundred-doll a; rent." ai nounqed , Helen took up the parches! board and
retreated to the next room
1 It was always the same.
Ms father, decisively.
% Bl(> RENT.
"Is that what the\ pay?" Carrie
naked. v eagerly. "But they’ve
looms, haven't they” Jus: her father
«nd her—it’s ridiculous! It wouldn't
surprise me if she'd make Bob elay
r:*ht there with them”
• T'nless Bob i lost Abb his senses
;.e 11 not do that." declared Warren,
grimly, getting up to look for an ush
nay.
He '1 probably do Just about what
«he wants him to do—that’s my opin-
she
thought bitterly Warren's father al
ways arouaed t tie Wont that "as I’l
ten | her: Oh, wliy did she dislike him a.v.'
j Why . mild rise never > ome t.. tills
i house without some such controversy?
I "No no. Aunt Helen." piotested
; Roy. •■you've aot to throw a live to
■ come out! Don't > qu want to play "
; disappointedly, aensins that Helen s
1 thoughts were not on the name
"Of , ottrse 1 do' ' absented!' shak-
■ nic the dice
Rov beat he bad 1. but he took no
pleasure In his victor:, for he kept
tried "
at
• saving she had not "tried "
e even her „ow. I ll U r H ARD I'll be
ion,” retorted Carrie. "Tv
only twice, but she impressed me as
being a very self-willed young wom
an"
* Helen was still fitting and refit
ting the dominoes in the box. But
now she wws listening with intense j t me since their marriage that
interest to this family discussion of! barren had given her a real Christ-
the girl to w hom Bob was engaged.
How had they talked about hv j
w-hen she was engaged to Warren? | should ha\ e controlled he
She often wondered Jf they had re- ini!<m to his fathe
you this time." for Helen, rather than
go back with the others, wanted to
keep on playli *
And this Christmas should have
been such a happy one' It was the
thought with a pang of remorse, she
antago-
ferred to her as "Helen ” or Wise
•Roy." called Carrie. get
Then tame a general b caking up
Although Mrs. Curtis Invited them ail
to stay for "tea," the heav. d iner
and the long afternoon n the over-
Allen" And now she felt quick re- things on now. We re going home
•entment tnat they had not even
mentioned I^ouise's name, speaking
of her merely «g "she" and "her ’’
As Helen both liked and admired,
Louise, ehe longed to sa something { heated hoflse had left e\e- > one ii
in her defense and headachy, and they were all glad
"Well, the old man.® pretty solid, to get out in the fresn a r.
t heT’ demanded Mr. Curtis of,
Warren. "Bob doesn’t seem inclined
to tell me much, but I looked him up
on tny own account."
Oh, I guess he's solid all r.ght,"
\ KORM4UT1.
Helen told Mrs. Curtis how much she
had "enjoyed the dinner." a prim for
mality that she ne'er omitted with
jhis fainlb- With Mr. Curtis sne ex-
nan frigid good-bye, and th«
admitted Warren.
"If makes my hoy happy, :t
deeer. t jfipatter «o much about the
money.’’^ald Mrs. Curtis, gently. I
lie;e« turret to Warrga'a »©Ui«r neat qombW with a sense of Joyous
Do You Know
That--
'The President of the Vnited State*
has a new mascot—-a large black cal
which wandered into the breakfast
room of the White House and jumped
on Dr Woodrow Wilson’s knee The
President was so pleased with the
ucky cat that, after feeding it. ht
ga\e oideis that it was to be fed
housed and looked after as long a.*
it cared to stay.
A bt ide s dressing room is lo be pro
vided ut a church In New York. The
o.’gan loft over the church entrance
will *e removed, and In its place a
beautifully equipped room will be
built. Here the bride will be able lo
put the finishing touches to her allire.
Mr Philip Raschke. a German
tailor, floated upright in the Thames
from l#anil»eth Bridge to Yauxhall
Bridge recently In a special pneu
matic costume he has invented. He
smoked a cheroot, ate and drank as
he moved along in the water
Electric rat traps are In use in Am
sterdam They are connected by a
w ire with n supply of electricity The
place where the bait rests is the only
part of the trap which is a conductor,
and the moment the rat toumss ih.s a
■ hock closes h.s career.
Guest < departing from «’hnstmas
party) -We've had a s»imply delight
ful time!
Hostes*> I m so glad At the same
time. I regret that the storm kept
ail of our best people away.
1
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
And only Chief.Dempster paused
to wonder why, when Captain Hol
brook gave "his wife” tenderly over
lo her father, he did not kiss her
good-bye. To Father Shannon that
marked the finest moment in all Law
rence Holbrook’s career of strength
and power.
"Sleep well, Aline," he said, "for joy
cometh ir\ the morning.’
And all through the long sleepless
hours of the nigly- all through the
moments that clung and pursued and
tortured and would not go—all
through the crawling seconds of hor
ror. Aline wondered if joy would come
ugain with any morning’s light.
Her Father,
Would tlie dawn ever come? Would
Holbrook find a way? Could she
weakly accept the sacrifice and care
of a splendid soldier like her captain?
How could she let him double and run
and evade the law for her—WHEN
SHE WAS ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE
—or worst: and she loved
HER CAPTAIN EVEN AS HE
LOVED HER?
The first message of day was on«
of loyalty- for Hattie, her maid,
l.nocked at the door of .Mine’s cham
ber of horrors and told her that Fa
ther Shannon waited below to tall»
‘w ith his daughter.”
"Father Shannon?" said the girl-
ami then her weary mind took up its
burden again. Would her father give
her the same love and understand
ing when he knew?
Hut Nit ture makes her- claims and
answers her questions quickly -and
past all the maunderings of mere rea
son !
"Dear lady!” said the priest, com
ing to her and taking her hand in
his with a world of understanding
sympathy in his firm clasp.
And then, in one moment, Nature
and the lies of life and of a lifetime
settled all doubts with the call of in
stinct. Aline moaned in anguish—
and turned to her father.
Graham met her before her first
faltering step had been taken—and
as if site were a tired child he cir
cled her with his arms.
"Aline!" lie said—and no more; but
in his breaking voice there was the
promise of understanding—of love—
of help that should endure through
all.
"Don’t desert me. I need you so.
daddy. I need you so.’'
It was tlie sob of a little child who
las strayed far and come home at
last. It was the cry of a girl who
has waked to womanhood too soon.
It w as the moan of a breaking heart.
The man answered his daughter
quietly, leashing ids strength for her
protection as a man must when the
tiling he loves proves fragile, ami^lie
trembles lest he break it.
"Desert you? That your idea of
your daddy? But why don’t you trust
me. deai ?’*
"I trust you more than anybody
olive. 1 just want to put my head on
your breast this minute and tell you
everything in my life—everything."
The girl’s slender body was shaken
by the force of sobs pent from ex
pression—and deep, slow weeping that
must be tears unshed Her voice held
oil the slow, dull agony of her night
of torture. Site clung ir. terror to her
father’s strength.
"1 seem to have been so far away
from >ou. daddy so far away. Oh,
daddy, put your arms around me. both
..f them—hold me close and safe—
there ”
And, like the tired child she had
become. Aline crept into her shelter
"Then tell me, dearie—tell your dad
t very thing. . What do you know of
this business of F! u£g s death?"
Mine marshaled forces—and re
membered her vow of silence.
A Message.
"You don’t know, my child. Did
you ever read the life of poor Marie
Stuart? Twenty years—not a com
fortable house like this—but stone
walls and bars. We don't know what
strength Heaven sends us till we ask
for it in His Name.”
As he finished speaking there was
a knock at the door. The two men
turned with differing sorts of ex
pectancy—for each thought it would
be Holbrook—Holbrook sent to the
house on parole—but under guar-1,
who must enter. Aline feared on’.v
new horrors of revelation—and lied
again to her father.
“Come in,” said Graham—and Chief
Dempster and Inspector McIntyre of
the police entered.
The girl shrank in premonition at
the Chief's introduction: "This is In
spector McIntyre, Miss Graham.”
"How do you do?" quavered the
girl.
“Miss Graham—your father and I
are old friends,” said the Inspector se
riously.
New' terror for Aline, the while her
father replied. "Twenty years, isn’t it,
Inspector?”
"Yes. sir—twenty. Ah. Father
Shannon, good-morning—against that
light window all things look black
to me, so 1 missed you at first."
Aline wondered dully how these
men—who had come to trap her—
could stop for parley. She was alone,
helpless—Holbrook could noMielp ?ier
now—they would trap her.
"Graham, the Inspector wants to
talk to some of your servants—and as
a matter of form we ll have to look
over ” began the Chief—and then
mercifully finished the sentence—
“look about a bit."
"1 understand/’'said Graham, uh-
derstaning too well. "Hattie,” he
called.
"Excuse me—well take our own
way if you don’t mind." said the In
spector.
"As you please, gentlemen."
"We promise not to take anything
that’s nailed down.” laughed the In
spector, jovially—this was all In the
day’s work to him.
"See you later." said the Chief with
equal jauntiness. And Aline won
dered if her father, too, was ever «o
pitilessly merry when—human life
was at stake."
Te Be Continued Monday.
From Lucille's Diary
"I mustn’t talk—I’ve told you that—
L can’t talk.”
“Hasn’t the night made you see it
any clearer?”
"No; a vow is a vow. I can’t talk
unless 1 have Captain Holbrook’s per
mission. I must have his permis
sion." She mused on and then gath
ered herself again to meet The de
mands of tiie day.
"I can’t talk, father. That was the
promise.—Father Shannon heard it.”
"Why did Captain Holbrook exact
such a vow before Chief Dempster
and I found you together? What was
there to conceal?”
It was the District Attorney talking
"I fhn’t speak about any of it,’’
said Aline.
She rose from the cold comfort of
the velvet cushions, and held out her
arms to her father. "Don’t—don’t be
angry. Just hold me—hold me, Dai-
dy. I haven’t slept any—all night—
and—and I'm so—so—tired."
"What kept you from sleeping?”
said Graham, comforting the stricken
girl for a moment of silence—and
then remembering that there was
much for him to learn.
“Did YOU sleep?” She stirred in his
arms—and then turned to Father
Shannon. #
“You saw that man in the hall. Fa
ther Shannon?”
“Yes, my dear."
“You told him—how I am a pris
oner— guarded?” asked the girl of her
father.
"Yes.”
“Two of them in the house all nigh!
* * * one outside—my window—
outside niv window. Father—on guard.
* * * I could see him whenever I
looked through my curtains—hunting
for the first signs of dawn—I could
hear the other—walking—to keep
awake—and I could not sleep—so
* * * no one could—no one could
* * *” Her voice ended in a cry
of horror.
Y ESTERDAY morning Betty tele-
phoned me that Uncle Bob had
gone to Milwaukee for two days
and she asked me to pass the night
with her, for her maid was away and
she was timid about staying In the
house alone.
I knew an evening at Betty's would
not be enlivening, so I was just about
to call up Walter Cox that afternoon
to ask him to come out there to see
me, when Mrs. Sturtevant telephoned
me that ehe was giving a little din
ner, her husband having brought
home a fine bag of ducks from a hunt
ing trip. I am exceedingly fond of
game, so of course I notified Betty
that 1 should not be able to reach
her house until after dinner.
"You won't mind, will you, dear?”
I asked her.
“Why, I suppose not." she answered
doubtfully "But I’m disappointed,
Lucille for I had planned a little
feast of the things that I know you
especially like ^lligator pears, for
one thing.”
“Oh, Betty, do save them for break
fast,” T said "I don’t see why they
wouldn’t be Just as delicious in the
morning as at night."
It was a pleasure to find at the
Sturtevants such good friends as Ly
man Ilurlburd, George Requier and
Louise Erwin. We had a gay little
party and after dinner George sug
gested that we all go to one of the
vaudeville theatres where there was
an especially attractive bill.
HIS PENS I A SION WIN*.
“I really shouldn’t go." I said. "T
ought not to stay out late to-night.”
“Really, Lucille," leased Larry Stur
tevant, “this desire for early hours Is
a sudden departure of youra. ’
Bui—” 1 began.
“Oh, come now. Luclle,” Interrupted
! George. "Don’t throw cold water on
»ny project. The fact Is, I conspired
with Mrs. Sturtevant earlier In the
j (| ay and the tickets are already in my
j pocket.”
"Lucille," said Lyman with mock
solemnity, "if you’ve formed some
early to bed resolutions let me assure
you that you are laboring under a
delusion, for you don’t show the
slightest need of beauty sleep."
Then J was laughingly swept into
one of the waiting taxis and carried
to the theatre without having a
chance in the general merriment to
explain. However, I consoled myself
with the thought that the perform
ance would be f over early. Knowing'
what a voracious reader Betty is. I
felt reasonably sure that she would
become absorbed in a book and would
not observe my delay in arriving.
“Now It’s my turn to take a hand
In this evenings' festivities,” an
nounced Lyman Ilurlburd after the
theatre, as our taxis Stopped in front
of a brilliantly lighted restaurant.
"You're all to have supper with me ”
"Oh, how' nice!” exclaimed Mrs.
Sturtevant.
When I began to object Lyman said.
"Ladles and gentlemen, allow me to
present to you our once genial Lucille
In her new role of killjoy, a part she
h8S never taken before."
"Nonsense. Lyman, don’t say any
thing more,” I cried, Jumping out of
the taxi and going with the party into
the restaurant.
It was about 1 o’clock when George
rang Uncle Bob’s doorbell for me.
Betty came, and without unchaining
the door, opened it very slightly, and
peering out. demanded !n a trembling
lone to know who was there.
“Lucille," I replied. Then, giving
my hand to George. I dismissed him
1 with a word of thanks
BETTI IS WORRIED.
“Oh, Lucille, v/hat happened to you?”
sobbed Betty the Instant I stepped
into the house. "I was terribly
worried and I’ve been frightened
nearly to death in this house all alone.
I couldn't do anything but walk the
i floor.’’
I “Really, dear," I said, “you ought to
consult some doctor about your
nerves."
"But, Lucille, what detained you?
Your mother was dreadfully agitated
when T called her up about 10 o’clock
to ask why you didn’t come. Sh»
phoned the Sturtevants, where sh#
said you had gone, but could get no
answer. She has called up several
times since then to ask ft you had
come You must let her know at
once that you are here.”
Mother, after all her ridiculous
anxiety, appeared to be more angry
than relieved when she learned that
I had been safe at the theatre all the
evening. Sometimes I think mother
is the most inconsistent creature 1n
! the world.
Betty, too. is extremely peculiar In
| some ways. [ could scarcely suppress
a. smile this morning at breakfast
when she flushed svit.h vexation be
cause 1 declined the alligator pears
"I ate so much of them after the
theatre last night that I’m a little
surfeited, dear," 1 explained. And
surely that was a pretty good reason
“Well, that's the last straw." she
exclaimed. Really, I was amazed tt
such rudeness.
1 often feel sorry for poor Uncle
Bob because he has such an uncom
fortable wife
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
"Ah, yes.” murmured Miss
Schreeeiier, after the first selection
at the concert. "I have had some
very exciting experiences. Coming
over here from Paris, a terrible storm
arose, and 1 had to sing to quiet the
passengers. You should have seen
the heavy seas running."
And the big. rude man in the pink
necktie gazed out of tiie window.
“I don't blame the sea,” he mut
tered.
• * *
Sir Robert Ball, the famous astron
omer, who has just died, was rather
fond of telling the story of a corre
spondent who wrote to him saying
that, although lie was a grocer’s as
sistant. his great ambition was to be
come an astronomer. But he got his
ideas somewhat mixed, for tills was
one of his sentences: "My mind finds
no rest for the sole of her foot save
on one of the heavenly bodies.”
“Oh, Mr. Fiipperly,” she exclaimed,
soulfully, "have you ever felt a dim,
uneasy sense of oppression as if the
mere weight of life were a burden too
•heavy to be borne by the chained
spirit panting with psychic longing to
be free?”
"I invariably have such a feeling at
Christmas time,” was the callous re
sponse, "but hitherto I have attribut
ed it to pudding!"
* * *
"I'm going to have a fine time on
Christmas,” «iid one sprightly young
lady to another. "Mr. Huggins is
coming to our party, and he i» color
blind, you know."
"Does his color blindness add to
your enjoyment?” asked her friend.
"Rather!” was the reply. "He
thinks all the holly berries are mistle
toe!”
Sorry He Spoke
When a car has its full complement
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while collecting fares he had stumbled
twice in two minutes over the feet of
Willie Smith, and seeing that the
aforesaid Master Willie was quite
the smallest passenger on board.
had a nasdy suspicion that on card
occasion a foot had been put out de
liberately to trip him.
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ward the mother.
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dressed; “that’s exactly what 1 ' N;i '
thinking about your poor mother!
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