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I didn’t want her to be embarrassed, partly because I liked her and partly because I suspected life would hold a great many embarrassments for her in the year or two ahead. It would soon be more than forgetting names. 268 “We’ve discussed it,” I said. “Perhaps you’d read me a poem this afternoon,” she said. ” nike air max 87 Your choice. I miss them so. I could do without Oprah, but a life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is…” She laughed. It was a bewildered sound that hurt my heart. “It’s like a life without pictures, don’t nike air max usa you think? Or don’t you?” The room was very quiet. Somewhere else a clock was ticking, but that was all. I thought Wireman would say something, but he didn’t; she had rendered him temporarily speechless, no mean trick when it came to that hijo de madre. “It can be your choice,” she said again. “Or, if you’ve stayed too long, Edward-” “No,” I said. “No, that’s all right, I’m fine.” The book was simply titled: Good Poems. 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