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“And what about the late Mister Pamuk?” she asked. “Won’t he resurrect himself every time we argue?”
“No,” he answered, shaking his head.
“You mean you’ve forgiven me?”
“No, I haven’t forgiven you,” he replied.
Then Mary cried and ran out into the street without looking where she was going. “Wait!” Matthew called out. But it was too late and Edith had already hit Mary with her motorcar.
At her funeral, Matthew cried and said, “I meant to say I’d FIVE-given you. Because five is more than four.”
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