\" Larry got up from his chair and trudged to the refrigerator, pouring himself a glass of milk from the never-ending supply of two percent. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose. Then I threw a bucket of dirty water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one thing straight. ‘Something in that, missie. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. But you belong to me—and I want you.
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