Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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Later the silence had gone on for a while and I, inevitably falling into the rushing back and forth cursing mode, still fought my impatience when he only mouthed answers to my questions about where his underwear or Scout uniform were. Only in the car a full half-hour later did he finally talk, after both I and Ambrose bellowed at him to stop already, him only mouthing words to our questions. It was good to hear his voice again.

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