The doorbell rang when Amy thought it would. About a day and a half had passed since she last talked to Charlie on the phone.
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Each letter made Amy feel wistful and regret that her life's lessons dovetailed so closely with self-denial. But she and Charlie had agreed before he left. No strings.
Ferguson had a hard poo. He grunted on the toilet like a baby mastodon. Unnh! Unnh! The poo wouldn't come out, and so his grunts grew more impassioned. And desperate.
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