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No, I don't think he will.
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Can you stop a moment, please, and let me out?
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Isobel! Isobel, my dear.
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Will you come up tonight and hear Melba?
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Well, I can't decide. I... I have a lot to do.
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Look, my dear, I don't want to be unkind,
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and you have my sympathy, truly.
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But it won't bring him back for you to sit alone night after night.
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I know.
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But you see, I have this feeling that when I laugh
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or read a book or hum a tune,
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it means that I've forgotten him.