I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I — Mark Twain
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I — Mark Twain
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I — Mark Twain
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I — Mark Twain
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I — Mark Twain
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I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

— Mark Twain
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