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But I suppose it’s part of being old to feel that way, half in one world and half in the other, all of it mixed together in my mind. No one’s left who even knows my name. Folks call me Auntie, on account of I never could have children of my own, and I guess that suits me fine. Sometime it’s like I’ve got so many people inside of me I’m never alone at all. And when I go, I’ll be taking them with me.
