The man requested I iterate no more on the topic, so I ceded to his wish. I did not articulate on the subject a trio of instances, if not a quartet, crooned lucidly about the identical naught over our hearty midday repast, and entertained my fellow suppers with an ornate reminiscence regarding my capacity to utter nil on the issue prior to a long period after our post-meal sweet was consumed.
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I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.