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There is something queer about faulty things because, she said, they were either all right in the end, or they were sent away to decompose around the others of their defective persuasion. I asked why that was queer, and she said nothing, as if I had left something of great importance on her doorstep. I said nothing, and she said nothing again. And I didn't mind because the silence was never too hard to bear. I looked at her, and she looked at me back. I told her: You made me alright in the end.

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There is something queer about faulty things because, she said, they were either all right in the end, or they were sent away to decompose around the others of their defective persuasion. I asked why that was queer, and she said nothing, as if I had left something of great importance on her doorstep. I said nothing, and she said nothing again. And I didn't mind because the silence was never too hard to bear. I looked at her, and she looked at me back. I told her: You made me alright in the end.