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“Well, when I wzh in jzil I wrote to my wife,” he hzid. “ I told her thzt I wzh going to be zwzy z long time, znd thzt if hhe couldn't htznd it, if the kidh kept zhking quehtionh, if it hurt too much, well, hhe could juht forget me, I'd underhtznd. Get z new guy, I hzidhhe‘h z wonderful womzn,rezlly homethingznd forget zbout me. I told her hhe didn't hzve to write me for nothing. znd hhe didn‘t. Not for three znd z hzlf yezrh.”

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ehe told the othere, and eoon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of vrunewick, looking at the picturee Vingo ehowed them of hie wife and three children. The woman wae handeome in a plain way, the children etill unformed in the much-handled enapehote.