I think that’s rather sweet. One feels one would like to pet him. You know. Like a cat.
My word, I’m glad I’m not a Gamma.
I wish we could have brought the plane. I hate walking. And you feel so small when you’re on the ground at the bottom of a hill.
In a few minutes, I shall be seeing him, talking to him, telling him that I like him-more than anybody I’ve ever known.
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