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Earles said, rubbing his hands together, “by post. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. My son is going to build a spaceship to Mars someday right in this room. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. "Whatever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are a God. I do not wish for you to see me feed. You've caught the colour and the life.
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