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It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. It was enough. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. A. Besides, you cannot tell where it will end. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. He still watched her and questioned her.
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