he sighed at night under the poor fatcandle dusk just prior to sleep coming to steal his eyes

   sighed

Yes.

   sighed  Yes

sighed  Tell me a story.

she wouldnt ask him of that any morewouldnt  let him tell her a story to help her go to sleep

she said it helped

it had to be a different story every time

queer that as punchdrunk she was at night if he tried to tell a same story she would mumble  I know that. A new one, please.

he was tired too

somehow

             he did

 

he sighed at night in the queer fatcandle dusk prior to sleep coming to steal his eyes

                                                                                        sigheddeeply

sighing  without word

                        Please.  Would you tell me a story?

  

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