Don’t seem to be able to get away from this place – told a “Yank” Dr. I was all right – felt my pulse awhile and said “I guess you’ll stay another day”. Alphonso seems to be getting worse instead of better – the bacon dip disagrees with him. He has given up breaking into song – strange, high, inarticulate moanings – still it was a song in the making.
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Ever the optimist
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