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The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. E.
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