“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. He died when I was. Good riddance. I didn't understand then, but I do now. I am not prying for my own amusement. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table. She dumped him because she claimed she didn’t want him to go any farther.
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