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[[strikethrough]] Wednesday, December 5, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

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[[strikethrough]] She stretched out a long finger on her cigarette and tapped the ask into an ash tray on the table.  Then she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and she turned to look at the young man sitting on the sofa.

The evergreen trees around the plaz square of dance floor had lost their look of strength because little darts of colored lights weakened the intensity of their green

A very young, pudgy girl with two symetrical braids, and two evenly tied bows, and two puffed sleeves stood in the silver framed photograph.  The stodginess, the solidness of her face could not entirely eclipse the reality of a sense of adventure and life, or the strength that was so definitely hers.  It was an old picture, and the background of painted trees and the stiff angle of the girls head pointed undeniably to the period of photography in the early, early twentieth century.  The fa elaborate silver frame was tarnished.  The whole  [[/strikethrough]]


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Thursday, December 6, 1928

[[strikethrough]] thing stood on a desk in the Walters home these thirty years later. [[/strikethrough]]

Two little girls were walking arm and arm up a path under a rose arbor.  It was night time and they had come down to see the sky right side up and upside down in the pool before they went to bed.  The one girl was taller and seemed more sure of herself.  She held her head high.  It was the other girl who leaned on her.  The smaller one stopped, and she pulled her friend down on the grass next to her.  She took a deep breath and as if the words took all her courage, as if the [[strikethrough]] spes [[/strikethrough]] sentences had been rehearsed a hundred times before she said, "We're chums, aren't we, Al?  And so, we can tell each other anything we want, can't we?  Even if its kind of horrid – about the other person."  The taller girl turned around.  "Of course, Liz," she answered.  The smaller, rounder one stood up, triumphant.  "Come on and walk by the pool," she said, and then slowly she added.  "It takes lots of nerve to say this to you, Aline, but its true – and we are chums.  The trouble with you is that you're conceited.  You have all the