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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
Well
.
"
She
started
pouring
tea
.
"
To
start
things
off
,
what
do
you
think
of
the
world
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
anything
.
"
"
The
beginning
of
wisdom
,
as
they
say
.
When
you
’
re
seventeen
you
know
everything
.
When
you
’
re
twenty
-
seven
if
you
still
know
everything
you
’
re
still
seventeen
.
"
"
You
seem
to
have
learned
quite
a
lot
over
the
years
.
"
"
It
is
the
privilege
of
old
people
to
seem
to
know
everything
.
But
it
’
s
an
act
and
a
mask
,
like
every
other
act
and
mask
Between
ourselves
,
we
old
ones
wink
at
each
other
and
smile
,
saying
,
How
do
you
like
my
mask
,
my
act
,
my
certainty
?
Isn
’
t
life
a
play
?
Don
’
t
I
play
it
well
?
"
They
both
laughed
quietly
.
He
sat
back
and
let
the
laughter
,
come
naturally
from
his
mouth
for
the
first
time
in
many
months
.
When
they
quieted
she
held
her
teacup
in
her
two
hands
and
looked
into
it
.
"
Do
you
know
,
it
’
s
lucky
we
met
so
late
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
wanted
you
to
meet
me
when
I
was
twenty
-
one
and
full
of
foolishness
.
"
"
They
have
special
laws
for
pretty
girls
twenty
-
one
.
"
"
So
you
think
I
was
pretty
?
"
