In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. She directed the orchestra to tune again. Jack was not half your age when he died. "Good work.
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