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“I Ate It All and I Really Thought I Wouldn’t”
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It’s the soggy kind of wind that undoes all the hair-dos on the west coast of Ireland; that makes broken tents of nice new outfits, and shouting matches of good wishes: I’ll love you and leave you. What love? Love me and leave me. I’ll let you go. Have a good life! Indeed it is. Fine a day as any for blowing off cobwebs. A northerly with wet spells. Where has the day gone? We lost track of ourselves. It’ll be quiet in the shop today. What harm. Marjorie finds the work involved in customers to be quite annoying. She...