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"I don't think I should mind it if I did not feel so much alone. If I had a place in your hearts," she says. "You all like me, I know, but I want to be loved." Then, tremulously, "Will you try to love me?" This eulogy on the departing Larry she delivers with much unction, and a good deal of check apron in the corner of one eye. "I know," says Mona, sadly..
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