My mother. My father. Mary. Dutch, Hosea and I, a long time ago. A dog I used to have.
The map's for New Hanover, Lemoyne, West Elizabeth and Ambarino. [He's trying very, very hard to remain sensible right now. And he's trying very hard not to thank her on her knees - both for what she's doing as for the fact that she's doing it at all, for him.]
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The map's for New Hanover, Lemoyne, West Elizabeth and Ambarino. [He's trying very, very hard to remain sensible right now. And he's trying very hard not to thank her on her knees - both for what she's doing as for the fact that she's doing it at all, for him.]
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What's the dog's name? What was your mother like?
[It'll help, even if it seems strange.]
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[He could get it if she wanted to know to check if she had the right picture, but how would that help?
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Don't worry about it. I'll just make something up, then.
[Or just embellish something of her own, just to sell the feelings. William's good at picking out lies.]
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She died when I was just a kid, Tess. I don't half remember her, so that photograph's all I got.
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Let me know.
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