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... ng to eat, she would blink her big eyes at him: “I only share things I like with you.”
She would stretch out her small tender hand to feed him.
Helpless, he would eat it.
Back then, shoulder to shoulder, watching TV, chatting.
She had a lot to say, he never seemed to mind.
It’s just that, he spoke very little, very little.
She could never figure out what was on his mind, she tried to ask him once, “Mr. Cheney, do you dislike girls who talk a lot? D ...
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