That Sweet Little Old Lady

The little old lady put her haloed head into the room. "Now, now, Barbara," she said. "Don't you go spoiling things. Just let these nice men take me away, and everything will be fine, believe me. Besides, I've been outside more often than you imagine." "Outside?" Barbara said."Of course," the little old lady said. "In other people's minds. Even yours. I remember that nice young man ... what was his name?"

 

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