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Side 20
The matter of all the scattered fragments of conversation I had , here , there , and everywhere with Dylan Thomas was most of the time words themselves ; or if we talked of things outside them , the words chosen took more than their ...
The matter of all the scattered fragments of conversation I had , here , there , and everywhere with Dylan Thomas was most of the time words themselves ; or if we talked of things outside them , the words chosen took more than their ...
Side 36
Daddy never HAS talked about I mean , just suppose . Would you hate me ? it . I haven't heard from her or seen her in all this time . ... No. so ... that's why I'm afraid to talk to LEE Daddy about this . I'm ... all he has left .
Daddy never HAS talked about I mean , just suppose . Would you hate me ? it . I haven't heard from her or seen her in all this time . ... No. so ... that's why I'm afraid to talk to LEE Daddy about this . I'm ... all he has left .
Side 13
He couldn't Talk of the day , news , some gossip . Then think straight , reason gone . Must be the they were there — a small bar just off the scotch . Didn't seem like it . Her words had highway . weaved , her eyes were still .
He couldn't Talk of the day , news , some gossip . Then think straight , reason gone . Must be the they were there — a small bar just off the scotch . Didn't seem like it . Her words had highway . weaved , her eyes were still .
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