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Ｓａｍｐｌｅ               Ｅｔｈｎｏｇｒａｐｈｉｃ               Ｐｌａｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｍｏｎｏｌｏｇｕｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               Ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ. Ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｔｈｒｅｅ-ａｃｔ               ｐｌａｙ,               ｏｎｅ               ｉｔｅｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｐｕｂｌｉｓｈｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｐａｐｅｒｂａｃｋ               ｂｏｏｋ,               Ｅｔｈｎｏ-Ｐｌａｙｏｇｒａｐｈｙ. Ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｏｋ,               Ｅｔｈｎｏ-Ｐｌａｙｏｇｒａｐｈｙ               -               ｉＵｎｉｖｅｒｓｅ.                                Ｔｈｉｓ               ｅｘｃｅｒｐｔ               ｂｅｌｏｗ               ｉｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｔｈｒｅｅ-ａｃｔ               ｐｌａｙ.                Ａｎ               ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｅ               ｉｎ               Ｅｔｈｎｏ-Ｐｌａｙｏｇｒａｐｈｙ                               Ｔｈｅ               Ｐｌａｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｍｏｎｏｌｏｇｕｅｓ                Ｌｏｎｇ               Ａｇｏ               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｎｅｙ               Ｉｓｌａｎｄ                Ｓｐｉｒｉｔｅｄ               Ｆａｍｉｌｙ               Ｅｍｐｏｗｅｒｍｅｎｔ                               (ｃ)               Ｂｙ               Ａｎｎｅ               Ｈａｒｔ                Ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｉｓｈ               ｔｏ               ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｙ               (ａｔ               ｎｏ               ｃｏｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ),               ｐｌｅａｓｅ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｍｅ               ａｔ               ｖｅｇａｎｒａｗ@ｌｉｖｅ.ｃｏｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｐｅｒｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ. Ｓｅｅ               ｂｅｌｏｗ               ｍｙ               ｐｕｂｌｉｓｈｅｄ               ｂｏｏｋ               ｏｎ               ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ               ｐｌａｙｓ,               ｓｋｉｔｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｎｏｌｏｇｕｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｙｏｎｄ. Ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｏｆ               ｆｉｃｔｉｏｎ. Ａｌｌ               ｎａｍｅｓ,               ｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔｓ,               ｏｒｇａｎｉｚａｔｉｏｎｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｄｉａｌｏｇｕｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｙ               ｏｒ               ｉｎ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｖｅｌｓ               ａｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｄｕｃｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ               ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ａｒｅ               ｆｉｃｔｉｏｎ. Ａｌｓｏ               ｓｅｅ               ｍｙ               ｗｅｂｓｉｔｅ.                Ｔｈｅ               Ｐｌａｙ               ｆｏｒ               Ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅｓ               (ａｔ               ｎｏ               ｃｏｓｔ               ｔｏ               ａｕｔｈｏｒ)                Ｔｈｅ               Ｐｌａｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｍｏｎｏｌｏｇｕｅｓ                Ｌｏｎｇ               Ａｇｏ               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｎｅｙ               Ｉｓｌａｎｄ                Ｓｐｉｒｉｔｅｄ               Ｆａｍｉｌｙ               Ｅｍｐｏｗｅｒｍｅｎｔ                (ｃ)               1987,               2011,               Ｂｙ               Ａｎｎｅ               Ｈａｒｔ                Ｌｉｓｔ               ｏｆ               Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               Ｐｌａｙ:                Ｍｅｉｒ               Ｃｏｈｅｎ               Ｌｅｖｉ,               Ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｏｆ               Ｈａｄａｒａ               ａｎｄ               Ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｏｆ               Ｔｓｉｐｋｅ                Ｈａｄａｒａ               Ｃｏｈｅｎ               Ｌｅｖｉ,               Ｂａｂｙ               ｉｎ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ,               ｔｈｅｎ               9-ｙｅａｒ               ｏｌｄ               ｇｉｒｌ,                ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ               ａｓ               ｎａｒｒａｔｏｒ.                Ｂｅｎｊａｍｉｎ,               ｓｏｎ               ｏｆ               Ｍｅｉｒ                Ｔｓｉｐｋｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｏｆ               Ｈａｄａｒａ                Ｔｈｅ               Ａｒａｂ               Ｓｈｅｉｋ               ａｓ               Ｈａｄａｒａ'ｓ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ,                *Ａｈｍｅｄ               (ｎｏｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｅａｌ               ｎａｍｅ)                Ｅｒｉｃ*               (ｎｏｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｅａｌ               ｎａｍｅ),               Ｈａｄａｒａ'ｓ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ                Ｍｒｓ. Ｈｅｓｋ,               ａｎ               ｏｌｄｅｒ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               Ｙｉｄｄｉｓｈ               ａｃｃｅｎｔ                Ａｎｎｅ               Ｈａｒｔ                Ｈａｄａｒａ'ｓ               ｔｗｏ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ               ａｓ               ｆｉｖｅ-ｙｅａｒ               ｏｌｄｓ:                Ｆａｗｚｉ,                Ｓａｍｉｒａ                Ｈａｄａｒａ'ｓ               ｔｗｏ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ               ａｓ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ａｄｕｌｔｓ:               (17'"20               ａｇｅ               ｇｒｏｕｐ)                Ｆａｗｚｉ,                Ｓａｍｉｒａ                Ｓａｌｅｓ               ｃｌｅｒｋ                Ｉｎ-ｌａｗｓ:                Ｓａｍｉｎｔｏｖ                Ｍａｚｅｌｔｏｖ                Ｄａｒｌｅｎｅ,               ｃｏｌｌｅｇｅ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               Ｈａｄａｒａ                Ｂｌａｃｋ               Ｍａｎ,               ｉｎ               Ｓｕｂｗａｙ                Ｇｏｌｄｉｅ,               Ｄａｒｌｅｎｅ'ｓ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ                Ｃｌａｓｓｍａｔｅｓ,               8ｔｈ               ａｎｄ               9ｔｈ               ｇｒａｄｅ,               ａｇｅｓ               13               ａｎｄ               14                Ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ                Ｐａｒａｍｅｄｉｃ                Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ                Ａｃｔ               Ｉ                               Ｅｘｔ. Ｂｒｏｏｋｌｙｎ,               Ｎ.Ｙ.,               Ｒａｉｎｙ               Ｄａｙ,               Ｎｏｖｅｍｂｅｒ               1941                ＡＳ               ＣＵＲＴＡＩＮ               ＲＩＳＥＳ,               ＷＥ               ＳＥＥ               ＴＨＥ               ＦＲＯＮＴ               ＯＦ               ＴＨＥ                ＣＯＮＥＹ               ＩＳＬＡＮＤ               ＡＰＡＲＴＭＥＮＴ               ＢＵＩＬＤＩＮＧ               ＷＨＥＲＥ               ＭＥＩＲ                ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｒｉｃｋ,               ｆｏｕｒ-ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｔｏ                ａｄｊｕｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｅｎｓ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｏｘ               ｃａｍｅｒａ. Ｈｅ               ｒｅａｃｔｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｖｉｓｉｂｌｅ                ｗｉｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｌａｓｈｅｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｃｅ,               ｃｏｖｅｒｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｈｉｔｅ               ｈａｉｒ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅａｒｄ                ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ａｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｒｅａｔｈ               ｑｕｉｃｋｅｎｓ               ｉｎ               ａｎｇｅｒ.                Ｗｈｉｐｐｅｔ-ｗｉｒｙ               ＭＥＩＲ               (ａｇｅ               47),               ａ               ｊａｎｉｔｏｒ,               ｉｓ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｐａｔｃｈｅｄ                ｊａｎｉｔｏｒ'ｓ               ｃｏｖｅｒａｌｌｓ. Ｆｒｏｍ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｅｃｈｏｅｓ               ｏｆ               Ｂａｃｈ               ｐｅａｌ                ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｃａｎ               ｂｅ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ. ＯＦＦＳＴＡＧＥ                ＷＨＥＲＥ               ＨＥＡＲ               ＴＨＥ               ＳＯＵＮＤ               ＥＦＦＥＣＴＳ               ＯＦ               Ａ               ＳＵＢＷＡＹ                ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ               ｌｉｎｅ               ｇｒｉｎｄｉｎｇ               ｂｙ,               ｄｒｏｗｎｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｈｏｎｏｇｒａｐｈ               ｍｕｓｉｃ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               (38),               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ,               ｃａｒｒｉｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｏｎｅ               ａｒｍ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔｅｄ               ｔｗｏ-                ｗｅｅｋ               ｏｌｄ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ,               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ. Ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｒｍ,               ｓｈｅ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｔｏ                ｂａｌａｎｃｅ               ａ               ｂｏｕｑｕｅｔ               ｏｆ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               Ｂｅａｕｔｙ               ｒｏｓｅｓ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔ               ｋｅｅｐｓ               ｂｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ'ｓ               ｆａｃｅ               ａｓ               ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                ｆｉｄｇｅｔｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔ. Ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ'ｓ               ｎｅｒｖｅ-ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｉｎｇ                ｃｒｙ               ｐｉｅｒｃｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｈｕｒｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ'ｓ               ｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｓｈｏｕｔｓ               ａｔ               ＭＥＩＲ. Ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｕｔｓ               ｓｅｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ                ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｈｏｒｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｗｏｍｅｎ,               ＳＣＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｆｕｒｙ.                                Ｗｅ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｐｅｎ               ｍｏｕｔｈ               ｏｆ               ＴＳＩＰＫＥ. Ｈｅｒ               ｖｏｉｃｅ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅｓ               ａｎ                ｉｎｄｉｓｔｉｎｇｕｉｓｈａｂｌｅ               ｒｏａｒ               ｏｆ               ｎｅｅｄｙ               ｄｅｍａｎｄ               ａｓ               ｌｏｕｄ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｆｏｃｕｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｍｅｒａ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｍｏｒｅ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｓｍｉｌｅｓ                ａｎｄ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｐｏｓｅ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｆｉｄｇｅｔｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｅｎｓ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｙｅｌｌｓ               ａｇａｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ａｇａｉｎ,               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｃｏｍｐｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔａｔｔｏｏ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ'ｓ               ｆｒｅｅｚｉｎｇ,               ｙｏｕ               ｊｅｒｋ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｓｈｕｔ               ｕｐ! Ｄａｍｎ               ｉｔ.                Ｉ'ｍ               ｔｒｙｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｅｎｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｄｕｓｔｙ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｈｕｒｒｙ               ｕｐ,               ｎｅｕｒｏｔｉｃ. Ｓｈｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ. Ｗｈａｔ               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ                ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｆｏｒ,               ｇｏｔ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｔｈｕｍｂ               ｕｐ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｂｕｔｔ?                ＭＥＩＲ'Ｓ               ｔｅｍｐｅｒ               ｃｒａｃｋｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｌｅｔｓ               ｆｌｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｈｏｏｋ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｒ                ｌｅｆｔ               ｃｈｅｓｔ. Ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ               ｓｌｉｄｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ａ               ｐｕｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ                ｒａｉｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋ. ＭＥＩＲ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｐｕｎｃｈｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ. Ｔｈｅ                ｄｅｅｐ,               ｒｅｄ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               Ｂｅａｕｔｙ               ｒｏｓｅｓ               ｓｃａｔｔｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｒａｉｎ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｈｅ                ｂａｂｙ'ｓ               ｈｅａｄ.                Ｄａｒｋｅｎｅｄ               Ｓｔａｇｅ                Ｎｅｗ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ                Ｌｉｇｈｔｓ               Ｃｏｍｅ               ｏｎ. Ｓｐｏｔｌｉｇｈｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄａｒｋｅｎｅｄ               Ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ.                Ｉｎｔ. Ｎｏｖ. 1950,               Ｓａｍｅ               Ｂｒｏｏｋｌｙｎ               Ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ                Ｎｉｇｈｔ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｌｉｅｓ               ａｗａｋｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｕｔｔｅｄ               ｄｏｕｂｌｅ                ｂｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｂｏｔｈ               ｓｌｅｅｐ. ＭＥＩＲ,               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ,                ｓｌｅｅｐｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｗｉｎ               ｂｅｄｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｓ               22-ｙｅａｒ               ｏｌｄ               ｓｏｎ,               ＢＥＮＪＡＭＩＮ. Ｉｔ'ｓ                ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ. Ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ               ＷＥ               ＨＥＡＲ               ＴＨＥ                ＳＯＵＮＤ               ＥＦＦＥＣＴＳ               ＯＦ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｉｎｄｉｎｇ               ｓｕｂｗａｙ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ａｓ               ｉｔ               ｐａｓｓｅｓ                ｏｎ               ｉｔｓ               ｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｃｏｎｅｙ               Ｉｓｌａｎｄ. Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｓｑｕｅａｌｉｎｇ                ｍｅｔａｌ               ｃａｒｓ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ｔｕｒｎｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ               ｌｉｎｅ               ｔｒａｃｋ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｗｅ               ｐｌａｙｅｄ               ｓｕｆｆｅｒｉｎｇ?                Ｉ'ｄ               ｒｕｂ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｂｅｌｌｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｄｏｌｌ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｂａｂｙ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｌａｕｇｈｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｃｋｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｉｇａｒｅｔｔｅ               ｃｏｕｇｈ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｒｏｌｌｓ               ｏｖｅｒ,               ｐｕｌｌｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｍａｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｈａｉｒ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｅｒ               ｅｙｅｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｍｏｍ,               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ａ               ｗｏｒｒｙｗａｒｔ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｎｏ. Ｄｏ               Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｐｏｐｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｕｓｃｌｅ               ｕｐ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｉｃｅｐｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｈｏｗ               ｈｏｗ               ｓｔｒｏｎｇ                ｈｅｒ               ｍｕｓｃｌｅｓ               ａｒｅ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ'ｍ               ｔｉｒｅｄ               ｏｆ               ｈｅａｒｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌａｃｋ               ｏｆ               ｒｏｍａｎｃｅ. Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｉｃｋ               ｏｆ                ｙｏｕｒ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｍｅ               ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ               "ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ａ               ｂａｂｙ."               Ｉｔ'ｓ               ａｌｗａｙｓ                ｅｉｔｈｅｒ               ｈｏｗ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｍｏｍ               ｇａｖｅ               ｙｏｕ               ａｗａｙ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｗｏ,               ｏｒ,                ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｄａｄｄｙ               ｉｓ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｏ               ｂｙ               ｈｉｍｓｅｌｆ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｙｏｕｒ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｇａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｇｏｎｏｒｒｈｅａ. Ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ｈｅ               ｇｏｔ               ｉｔ,                ｉｎ               Ｆｒａｎｃｅ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｗａｒ               Ｏｎｅ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ               ａｎｙ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｉｎ               ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｃｏｍｐｌａｉｎｔｓ                ａｂｏｕｔ               ｄａｄｄｙ               ｏｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｔｏｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｙｏｕ               ａｔｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｇａｒｂａｇｅ                ｃａｎｓ               ａｓ               ａ               ｋｉｄ,               ｏｒ               ｈｏｗ               ｄａｄ'ｓ               ｊｏｂ               ｉｓ               ｍｏｐｐｉｎｇ               ｔｏｉｌｅｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｎａｖｙ                ｙａｒｄ. Ｙｏｕ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔａｌｋ,               ｂｕｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｎｉｎｅ               ｔｏｄａｙ. Ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｎｏ,               Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ. Ｔｈｅ               ｒａｄｉａｔｏｒ               ｄｒｉｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒ               ａｇａｉｎ. Ｎｏｗ               ｍｙ               ｎｏｓｅ                ａｎｄ               ｔｈｒｏａｔ'ｓ               ｒａｗ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｔｉｐｔｏｅｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｃｒａｗｌｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｂｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ                ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｍｏｖｅ               ｏｖｅｒ.                Ｗｈａｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｄ               ｄｏｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｓｏ               ｌａｔｅ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｗｈａｔ               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒｅ?                ＭＥＩＲ               ｉｇｎｏｒｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔａｋｅｓ               ｏｆｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｐａｊａｍａｓ,               ｃｌｉｍｂｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｏ                ｂｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ.                                Ｅｔｈｎｏ-Ｐｌａｙｏｇｒａｐｈｙ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｇｅｔ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｌｅａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｄ,               ａｌｏｎｅ,               ＭＥＩＲ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｙｏｕ               ｋｉｃｋｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｂｅｄ?                ＭＥＩＲ               ｈｅｓｉｔａｔｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｉｓ               ｓｉｌｅｎｔ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｓｌｅｅｐ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｓｈｕｔ               ｕｐ,               ｙｏｕ               ｔｒａｍｐ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｃａｌｌ               ｍｅ               ａ               ｔｒａｍｐ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ.                ＭＥＩＲ                (Ｏｕｔｒａｇｅｄ)                Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｃｒｉｐｐｌｅｄ.                Ｙｏｕ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｂｏｒｎ               ａ               ｂｏｙ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｓｈｅ               ｓａｙｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｇｏｔ               ａ               ｈｉｇｈ               ＩＱ                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｓｍａｓｈ               ｙｏｕ               ｏｎｅ,               ｙｏｕ               ｐｉｅｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｇａｒｂａｇｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｈｕｒｒｉｅｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｐａｊａｍａｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｏｒｍｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ                ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｓｍａｓｈ. Ｈｅ               ｆｉｎｄｓ               ａ                ｈａｍｍｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｍａｓｈ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｅｙｓ                ｏｎ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ'ｓ               ｐｉａｎｏ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｇｅｔｓ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ               ｈｉｍ               ｉｎｔｏ                ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｓｔｏｐ. Ｉ               ｓａｖｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｏｎｔｈｓ               ｔｏ               ｂｕｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｌｄ               ｐｉａｎｏ. Ｍｙ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ'ｓ                ａ               ｔａｌｅｎｔｅｄ               ａｒｔｉｓｔ.                Ｗｈｅｎ               ＭＥＩＲ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｓ               ｓｍａｓｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉａｎｏ               ｋｅｙｓ,               ｈｅ               ｇｏｅｓ               ｆｏｒ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ'ｓ               ｖｉｏｌｉｎ. ＭＥＩＲ               ｐｕｔｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｆｏｏｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｖｉｏｌｉｎ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｃｒｉｅｓ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｊｕｍｐｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｂｅｄ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｄ'ｓ               ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ               ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔｓ!                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｔｅａｃｈ               ｙｏｕ.                ＭＥＩＲ,               ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ｓｍａｓｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｖｉｏｌｉｎ,               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｓｔｏｒｍｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ                ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ'ｓ               ｎｅｗ               ｐｕｐｐｙ               ｉｓ               ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｉｔｓ                ｂａｓｋｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｌｄｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｕｐｐｙ'ｓ               ｂｅｌｌｙ               ａｇａｉｎｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｔ               ｒａｄｉａｔｏｒ                ｐｉｐｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｉｔ               ｓｔｏｐｓ               ｗｈｉｍｐｅｒｉｎｇ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ＣＲＩＥＳ,               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｂａｃｋｓ               ａｗａｙ                ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｅｒ. ＭＥＩＲ               ｃｏｍｅｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｍｍｅｒ                ｉｎ               ｈａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｃｈａｓｅ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ                ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ,               ｗａｖｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｍｍｅｒ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｄ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｙｏｕ,               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｃｒｉｐｐｌｅ               ｙｏｕ.                Ｈｅａｄｓ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｒｏｌｌ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ａ               ｔｒａｍｐ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈａｍｅ               ｍｅ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               (ｓｏｂｂｉｎｇ)                Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏｒｒｙ. Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏｒｒｙ,               ｄａｄｄｙ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｃｒｉｐｐｌｅ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｂｏｒｎ               ａ               ｇｉｒｌ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｅ                ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ               ＭＥＩＲ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｇｈｔｓ               ａ               ｃｉｇａｒｅｔｔｅ,                ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ               ｏｆ               ｈｅａｔｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｌｅａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｄ               ａｌｏｎｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ               (Ｒａｇｉｎｇ)                Ｉ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｆｌｕｓｈｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｕｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｎｄｏｍ                ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｎｃｅｉｖｅｄ. Ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａ               ｄｏｇ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｂｏｒｎ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｕｐ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｃｉｇａｒｅｔｔｅ               --                Ｄａｍｎ,               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｃｉｇａｒｅｔｔｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ｃｈｏｋｉｎｇ               ｍｅ.                Ｂｕｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｗｏ               ｆｉｇｈｔｉｎｇ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ａｒｅ               ｄｒｉｖｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｍｏｋｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｔａｋｅｓ               ａ               ｓｗｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ,               ｂｕｔ               ｍｉｓｓｅｓ. ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｄａｒｔｓ                ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｄａｓｈｅｓ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｏｕｔ                ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｄｏｏｒ,               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｓｔｅｐｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ                ｂａｓｅｍｅｎｔ. Ｓｈｅ               ｈｕｒｒｉｅｓ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｌｌａｒ               ｓｔｅｐｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ＭＥＩＲ,                ｃｈａｓｉｎｇ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ,               ｈａｍｍｅｒ               ｓｗｉｎｇｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｄ.                Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｌｌａｒ,               ＭＥＩＲ               ｃｈａｓｅｓ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ. Ｓｈｅ                ｓｑｕｅｅｚｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｏｄｙ               ｉｎｔｏ               ａ               ｐａｒｔｉａｌｌｙ-ｆｉｌｌｅｄ               ｃｏ&1               ｂｉｎ,               ｈｉｄｉｎｇ                ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ａｎ               ｏｌｄ               ｂａｒｒｅｌ. ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｃｏｖｅｒｓ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｃｏａｌ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｐｅｅｒｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ,               ｗｉｌｄ-ｅｙｅｄ. Ｈｅ               ｗｉｐｅｓ               ｔｈｅ                ｓｗｅａｔ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｕｐｐｅｒ               ｌｉｐ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｐａｊａｍａ               ｓｌｅｅｖｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｙｏｕ,               ｙｏｕ               ｄｉｅ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｓ               ｈｉｍ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｄｅ               ｓｌａｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ                ｃｏａｌ               ｂｉｎ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｓｗｉｎｇｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｍｍｅｒ               ｏｖｅｒｈｅａｄ. ＭＥＩＲ               ｐａｓｓｅｓ               ａ                ｂａｓｅｍｅｎｔ               ｗｏｒｋｔａｂｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｐｕｔｓ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｍｍｅｒ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｐｉｃｋ                ｕｐ               ａｎ               ａｘ. Ｈｅ               ｓｌａｐｓ               ｔｈｅ               ａｘ               ｂｒｏａｄｓｉｄｅ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｔｈｉｇｈ               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ                ｔｉｍｅｓ. Ｔｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｓｉｇｈｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｕｔｓ               ｔｈｅ               ａｘ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｂｌｅ.                Ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ,               ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｅｄ,               ＭＥＩＲ               ｐｌｏｄｓ               ｕｐ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｏｄｅｎ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ. Ｔｈｅ                ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｃｌｏｓｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｂａｎｇ.                Ｉｎｔ. Ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ               Ｂｒｏｏｋｌｙｎ               Ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ. Ｓａｍｅ               Ｎｉｇｈｔ                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                (ｓｔａｃｃａｔｏ               ｖｏｉｃｅ)                Ｎｏ               ｓｏｏｎｅｒ               ｄｉｄ               Ｉ               ｐｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｂｙ               ｏｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌａｐ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ                ｔａｋｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｆｆ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｇａｖｅ               ｙｏｕ               ａｎ               ｅｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ. Ｙｏｕｒ               ｔｅｍｐｅｒ               ｉｓ                ｏｎｌｙ               ａ               ｂａｄ               ｈａｂｉｔ. Ｗｈｙ               ｉｓ               ｉｔ               ｎｅｃｅｓｓａｒｙ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｎｓｆｅｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｓｔｒｅｓｓ               ｔｏ                ｍｅ? Ｗｈｙ               ｉｓｎ'ｔ               ｉｔ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ               ａｄｄ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｐａｎ?                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｙｏｕ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｈｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｓｔｅｐ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｃａｍｅ                ｉｎｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｅｘ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｕｐｓｔａｔｅ                ｔｏ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｈｅ'ｓ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｒｉｃｈｅｓｔ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ. Ｂｅｓｉｄｅｓ,               Ｉ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｏｕｔ. Ｙｏｕ                ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｓｅｅ               ｈｉｍ               ｇｒａｂｂｉｎｇ               ａｎ               ａｘ               ｏｒ               ｈａｍｍｅｒ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｇｉｒｌｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ. Ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｈｏｗ               ｍａｎｙ               ｔｉｍｅｓ               Ｉ               ａｓｋｅｄ                ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ-ｍａｙｂｅ               ｈｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ａ               ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ-                ｍａｙｂｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｂｏｙ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｈｙ               ｙｏｕ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｈｅｌｄ               ａ               ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｏｗｎ                ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ? Ｙｏｕ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ.                Ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｉｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｗｈｏｌｅ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｄｉｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｈｅａｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｌａｕｇｈ,                ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｗｈａｔ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｓｏｎ'ｓ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｔｏ               ｍａｓｓａｇｅ               ｈｉｓ                ｆｅｅｔ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｍｂ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｉｒ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉ'ｍ               ａ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ.                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｈｅ'ｓ               ｔｗｅｎｔｙ-ｔｗｏ. Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｏｖｅｒｂｅａｒｉｎｇ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ａ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｆｉｓｈ. Ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ               Ｉ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｓｅｅ               ｉｓ               ａｎｇｅｒ.                Ｉｆ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｗａｙ               ｙｏｕ               ｃａｎ               ｇｅｔ               ｐｏｗｅｒ,               Ｉ'ｍ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ                ｂｅｄ.                Ｓｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｗｈｅｒｅ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｄ?                ＭＥＩＲ                Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏａｌ               ｂｉｎｓ               ａｇａｉｎ.                Ｌｅｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｒｏｔ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｌｌ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ.                ＭＥＩＲ               ｓｔａｇｇｅｒｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｄ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｓｉｔｓ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ                ｌｉｇｈｔ               ｏｎ,               ｓｍｏｋｉｎｇ               ｃｉｇａｒｅｔｔｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｏｌｄ               ｎｅｗｓｐａｐｅｒｓ.                Ｄａｒｋｅｎ               Ｓｔａｇｅ               ｏｒ               Ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ.                Ｎｅｗ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ:                Ｉｎｔ. Ｂａｓｅｍｅｎｔ               Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｐｅａｋｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｓｅｍｅｎｔ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｓｃｒａｔｃｈｅｓ                ｏｆｆ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｓｔ. Ｓｈｅ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｓ               ＭＥＩＲ               ｇｏ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ,                ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｂｗａｙ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ. Ｔｈｅｎ               ｓｈｅ               ｃｌｉｍｂｓ               ｔｈｅ                ｓｔａｉｒｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｋｎｏｃｋｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｏｐｅｎｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ               ａ               ｓｔａｉｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｓｈｅｖｅｌｅｄ               ｒｏｂｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｂｅｎｊａｍｉｎ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｆｉｇｈｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏｏ               ｍｕｃｈ                ｎｏｉｓｅ. Ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｂｒｏｋｅ               ａ               ｌａｍｐ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｍｙ               ａｒｍ. Ｉ               ｄａｒｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｉｔ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｄｏｅｓ               ｄａｄｄｙ               ｋｎｏｗ?                                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｈｉｍ.                Ｓｏ               ｎｏｗ               ｈｅ               ｓｍａｓｈｅｄ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｔｙｐｅｗｒｉｔｅｒ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｈｉｓ                ｔｅｒｍ               ｐａｐｅｒ               ｉｓ               ｄｕｅ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ'ｍ               ｔｏｏ               ｔｉｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｔｏ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｔｏｄａｙ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ               ｗａｌｋｓ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｙｅｒ,               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ                ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｄｅａｄ               ｃａｎａｒｙ               ｉｎ               ｉｔｓ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｂｉｒｄ               ｃａｇｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉｔ               ｃａｕｇｈｔ               ａ               ｃｏｕｇｈ.                Ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ｉｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｇａｒｂａｇｅ               ｃａｎｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ａｗ,               ｎｏ!                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｒｕｎｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ               ｈｅｒ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｌｉｓｔｅｎ,               ｙｏｕ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｍｏｕｓｅ,               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｓｈｏｐｐｉｎｇ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｇｏｅｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｆｒｙ               ｅｇｇｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｃｏｍｅｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｐｕｔｓ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａ               ｈｅｅｌ                ｏｆ               ｒｙｅ               ｂｒｅａｄ               ｆｏｒ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｈｏｔ               ｃｏｃｏａ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｒｎ                ｆｌａｋｅｓ.                Ｄａｒｋｅｎｅｄ               Ｓｔａｇｅ,               Ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ                Ｎｅｗ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ:                Ｉｎ               ａ               ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｓｔｏｒｅ               ｎｅａｒ               ａ               ｃｏｕｎｔｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｏｍｅｎ'ｓ               ｃｏｓｔｕｍｅ                ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ,               ｌｉｎｇｅｒｉｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｃｈｅａｐ               ｃｏｌｏｇｎｅ               --                Ｉｎｔ. Ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               Ｓｔｏｒｅ,               Ｂｒｏｏｋｌｙｎ               Ｄａｙ                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ａｎｄ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｗａｌｋ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｓｔｏｒｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｓｈｏｐｌｉｆｔｓ               ｂａｕｂｌｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｉｌｋｅｎ               ｗｉｓｐｓ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｎｇｅｒｉｅ,               ｃｈｅａｐ                ｃｏｌｏｇｎｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｂｏｘｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｆａｃｅ               ｐｏｗｄｅｒ,               ｒｈｉｎｅｓｔｏｎｅ               ｃｏｓｔｕｍｅ                ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｐｓｔｉｃｋｓ. Ｗｈｅｎ               ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｉｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｄｉｅｓ               ｒｏｏｍ,               ｓｈｅ                ｔａｋｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｕｆｆｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｐａｎｔｉｅｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｓｎｅｅｒｓ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｓｏ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈｙ               Ｉ               ｗｅａｒ               ｉｎｃｏｎｔｉｎｅｎｃｅ               ｐａｎｔｉｅｓ. Ｂｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｃａｎ'ｔ                ｐｒｏｎｏｕｎｃｅ               ｉｔ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｄｓ               ｏｒ               ｐｅｒｆｕｍｅ. Ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ               ｃｕｒｓｅｄ               ｔｈｅｍ.                Ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ               ｇｉｖｅｎ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｖｉｌ               ｅｙｅ. Ｗｅ'ｌｌ               ｇｅｔ               ｂａｄ               ｌｕｃｋ.                Ｗｈｙ               ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｉｎｙ               ｓｉｚｅｓ,               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｓｈａｐｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ                ａｎ               ａｐｐｌｅ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｅｎｔｅｒｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｉｌｅｔ               ｃｕｂｉｃｌｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                (ｂａｎｇｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌ)                Ｙｏｕｒ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｇｉｖｅｓ               ｍｅ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ               ａ               ｄａｙ.                Ｈｏｗ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｃａｎ               Ｉ               ｌｉｖｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｌａｄｙ               ｉｎｓｔｅａｄ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｗｏｍａｎ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｗｅａｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｒａｐ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               (ｈａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｌｌ)                Ｈｅｒｅ,               ｓｔｕｆｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｐａｎｔｉｅｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｎｏ! Ｈｏｗ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｗｏｍｅｎ               ｏｆ               ｇｒａｎｄｍａ'ｓ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ                ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｌｄ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ?                Ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｒｏｐｐｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｆｔｈ               ｇｒａｄｅ?                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｂｏｒｎ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｎｔｕｒｙ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｓｏ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａ               ｌｏｔ               ｏｆ               ｆａｍｏｕｓ               ｗｏｍｅｎ               ｓｃｉｅｎｔｉｓｔｓ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｄｒａｇｓ               ｗｈｉｎｉｎｇ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｗｉｔｈ                ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ｔｕｃｋｅｄ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｓ                ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｇｎ               ｓａｙｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｇａｒｍｅｎｔｓ               ａｒｅ               ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ                ｄｒｅｓｓｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｔ               ｏｎｅ               ｔｉｍｅ.                Ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｒｒｏｒ,               ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｏｎ               ｂｒａｓ,               ｓｌｉｐｓ,               ａｎｄ                ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｗｎ               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ. Ｂｕｔ               ａｌｌ               ｓｈｅ               ｂｒｉｎｇｓ               ｏｕｔ               ａｒｅ               ｔｈｅ                ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｉｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ                ｃｌｅｒｋ. Ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｔ               ａｒｅ               ｓｔａｓｈｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               (ｔｏ               ｓａｌｅｓ               ｃｌｅｒｋ)                Ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｓ               ａｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｓｉｚｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｌｅａｄｓ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｎｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｅ                ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｐｉｃｋ               ｏｕｔ               ａ               ｐａｉｒ               ｏｆ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｓｈｏｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｅｒ. Ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｉｔ                ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｓｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｅ               ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ. Ａ               ｓａｌｅｓｍａｎ               ａｐｐｒｏａｃｈｅｓ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｐｏｉｎｔｓ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｐａｉｒ               ｏｆ               ｓａｄｄｌｅ               ｓｈｏｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｌｅｓｍａｎ                ｒｅｔｒｉｅｖｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｅｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ＳＡＬＥＳＭＡＮ               ｔｒｉｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｌａｃｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｄｄｌｅ                ｓｈｏｅ               ｏｎ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ'Ｓ               ｔｏｏｔ.                ＳＨＯＥ               ＳＡＬＥＳＭＡＮ                Ｗｅｌｌ,               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｇｉｒｌ. Ｇｉｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｋｉｎｎｙ               ｆｏｏｔ,               ｈｅｒｅ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｌｅａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ａｌｏｎｅ,               ｙｏｕ!                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｅａｒ               ａｎｄ               ｒｕｎｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｏｅ                ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ.                ＳＨＯＥ               ＳＡＬＥＳＭＡＮ                Ｔｈａｔ               ｆｉｌｔｈｙ-ｍｏｕｔｈｅｄ               ｋｉｄ               --                Ｉ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎ.                Ｅｍｂａｒｒａｓｓｅｄ,               ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｇｅｔｓ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｌｅａｖｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｃｈａｓｅ               ａｆｔｅｒ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ. Ｓｈｅ               ｃａｔｃｈｅｓ               ｕｐ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｓｌａｐｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｏ               ｈａｒｄ               ｓｈｅ                ｇｅｔｓ               ａ               ｂｌｏｏｄｙ               ｎｏｓｅ. ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               ｂｕｙｓ               ａ               ｔｏｗｅｌ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｅｓ                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｉｔ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｎｏｓｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｍａｋｅ               ｍｅ               ｈｉｔ               ｙｏｕ.                Ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｄｏ,               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｋｉｌｌ               ｙｏｕ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｈｅ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｃａｌｌ               ｍｅ               ｓｋｉｎｎｙ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｈｏｒｓｅ-ｆａｃｅ! Ｗｈｙ               ｄｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｓａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｏｒｄ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｍ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｃｅ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｈｅ               ｍｅａｎｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｕｇｌｙ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ               (Ｓｔａｒｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ＨＡＤＡＲＡ'Ｓ               ｆｅｅｔ)                Ｙｏｕ               ｗｏｒｅ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｏｌｄ,               ｄｉｒｔｙ               ｓｏｃｋｓ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏａｌ               ｂｉｎ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｓｔｉｎｋ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｏｌｄ               ｍａｎ               ｗｈｏ'ｓ               ｎｅｖｅｒ                ｔａｋｅｎ               ａ               ｂａｔｈ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｗａｒ               Ｏｎｅ.                Ｄａｒｋｅｎｅｄ               Ｓｔａｇｅ               ｏｒ               Ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ               Ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ.                ***                Ｎｅｗ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ:                Ｂａｃｋ               Ａｔ               Ｈｏｍｅ.                Ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ               ｉｓ               ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｔｗｏ               ｃｏｍｉｃ               ｂｏｏｋｓ,               "Ｔｈｅ               Ｖａｕｌｔ               ｏｆ               Ｈｏｒｒｏｒ"                ａｎｄ               "Ｔｈｅ               Ｃｒｙｐｔ               ｏｆ               Ｔｅｒｒｏｒ. Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ａｒｅ               ｒｉｄｉｎｇ                ｈｏｍｅ,               ｓｅａｔｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｂｗａｙ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｓｅｅ               ｍｙ               ｓｃａｒ? Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｙｏｕ                Ｓｔｏｐ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｂｅｇｉｎ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｓｏ?                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｙｏｕｒ               ｃｕｒｓｅ               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｉｌ               ｅｙｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ｍｅ               ｆａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｆｅｎｃｅ               ｌａｓｔ                ｓｕｍｍｅｒ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ,               Ｉ               ｇｏｔ               ａ               ｆｉｓｈ               ｈｏｏｋ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｌｅｇ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｓｏ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｍｙ               ｃｕｒｓｅ,               ｗａｓ               ｉｔ? Ｄｏｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｘｐｌａｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｉｇｈｔ               ｓｔｉｔｃｈｅｓ                ｔｈｅｙ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ｉｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｃｈｉｎ? Ｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ａ               ｓｃａｒ               ｆａｃｅ,               ｏｎｌｙ                ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｓｅ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｍａｎ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｍａｒｒｙ               ｙｏｕ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｔｈａｔ               ｓｔｕｆｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｏｏｋ. Ｉｔ               ｂｒｉｎｇｓ               ｍｅ               ｂａｄ               ｌｕｃｋ.                ＴＳＩＰＫＥ                Ｔｈｅｎ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｔｏｕｃｈ               ｉｔ.                ＨＡＤＡＲＡ                Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｅｎｒｏｌｌ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ               ｉｎ               Ｈｅｂｒｅｗ               Ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｏｎ               Ｍｏｎｄａｙ. Ｎｏｂｏｄｙ                ｔａｌｋｓ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ               ｉｎ               ｃｌａｓｓ               ｉｎ               ｐｕｂｌｉｃ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ. Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｎｙ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ.                Ａｎｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅａｃｈｅｒ,               ｓｈｅ               ｇａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ａｎ               "Ｆ"               ｉｎ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ                ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ.                                Ｆａｄｅｏｕｔ               ｔｏ               ａ               Ｄａｒｋｅｎｅｄ               Ｓｔａｇｅ                Ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ               Ｄｅｓｃｅｎｄｓ:               Ｅｎｄ               Ｏｆ               Ｓｃｅｎｅ.                ***

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