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He gazed up at the enormous page. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the yellow screen. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved WOTB.

Posted By: shoddy, May 28, 06:49:52