30. “But my walls…”…

30.

"But my walls..." he said.

She said, "We can build you another shack. We can build you something bigger, with more walls."

"And my quiet..." he said.

She said, "No one will bother you, down by the water."

"And my potatoes and beans..." he said.

She said, "They can bring them down as well as up, can't they? And we have fish..."

"I hate fish," the mathematician said.

"Oh," the poet said.

"But I like you," he said. "Maybe I'll give it a try."

She smiled.

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