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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 47 You are a friend, the only real one I've ever had, and I think you know that. I wrote you a long letter about the period of time I spent worrying about you. I told Mark if you died, we would, of course, help with the kids. Never sent it. Mostly I just shut you off and out. I couldn't let myself think on that. Impossible. I'm sorry. I just couldn't handle it, so I shut you out.) Hector Berlioz' Requiem plays on, the four fortissimo brass bands and the kettle drums, Gabriel's trumpets, booming out doomsday. |