The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane
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Then one Sunday evening...
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...we were sitting in this room...
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...and he whispered to me
in a very soft voice...

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...that I wasn’t like
anybody else in the world...

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...that people
wouldn’t understand me.

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They’d order me around,
tell me what to do...

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...and try to make me into the person
they wanted me to be.

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Since I was only a kid,
I couldn’t say anything.

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I’d have to stay alone...
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...keep out of trouble and make
myself very small in the world.

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All alone?
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We worked out every detail.
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We knew it wouldn’t be easy.
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Here’s a letter from my father.
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"Don’t give in and play their game.
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Fight them any way you have to.
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Survive."
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That’s what he said.
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Then he kissed me...
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...and walked off into the trees
and down the lane.

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In that room, I found charts
of tide tables and waters...

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...in the sound and the ocean.
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He'll never be found.
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Did you cry a lot?
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Depends what you mean by a lot.
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No. I guess not very much.
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Do you believe in God?
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- It’d be nice.
- But you don’t.

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I don’t know.
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You know, it’s all so goddamn wild.
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I mean...
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...there’s so many problems.
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- How do you pay for stuff?
- Traveler’s checks.

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Yeah, kids can have them too.
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I keep them in a safe-deposit box
in the bank.

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I have to make them last
for three years.

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- How’d your mother find you?
- By lying to my father’s publisher.


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