Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. Never judge a book by its cover.The lift came to a stop, and as we entered the plush carpeted corridor I asked him if 'Mandrake' was his real name."Nah, its Drake. But I got fed up of being called Frankie or Ducky so I changed it."The sixth floor was where the top brass of the regional office had their offices, or rather their suites of offices. We stopped at a set of oak double doors."This is the Human Resources executive's suite," Mandrake said, "I'll wait here until you finish, then escort. Whether that change was a good thing or a bad thing, I couldn’t guess. I’d just have to wait and see.For the next few days nothing seemed much different. I mean, sex wise, Sherry and I were still doing it almost every night, and Mom and I found a couple of opportunities to get together, but as for any shifts in general behavior, nothing stood out except Dad seemed a bit distant, reserved. Maybe contemplative is a better word since he seemed to spend a lot more time just sitting and thinking. You can tell Will that I think that he's pretending as well, but I think I know why he does, and I think I even understand it." What about the tickets?" They are my problem. I'll deal with them." But..."I shook my head with finality. "But nothing, Camille. They are my problem."Camille saw the look of determination in my face, and didn't argue. As with Patty and with Kristen, Camille didn't seem happy about my decision.I didn't care. They were my responsibility after all."What did you do to.

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