'It sure is. I guess I bring it on. Do you remember how I looked that day through the peephole?'
'I certainly do! I'll never forget it!'
'Neither will I. Good-by, Peggy.'
'Good-by, Archie.'
I hung up and made another face. What the hell, I thought, in another twenty years Bubblehead may be dead, and age and contours won't matter much, and I'll grab her.
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