See Me Once, You've Seen Me Twice

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See me once, you've seen me twice, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Wallace Wallace and I have just met a girl named Lucy Lucy Lamaro. Isn't that the most musical thing you ever heard?

I think I could spend hours just saying it Lucy Lamaro. And I could spend pages just telling you about Lucy. Mr. Valentine, only I figured there's enough competition as it is. In fact, there's too much.

That's what I want to see you about because it's mighty perplexing. You see Lucy told me there wasn't anyone steady, I mean, and she's got the sort to go tell him fibs. Only then who Mr. Valentine is the man who just told me to stay away from Lucy.

Or he'd kill me. This man said he'd kill you, Mr. Wallace? Oh, I'd much rather you just call me Wally, Miss Brooks. Yes, down, won't you have a soda or something? This man, you said he said...

Well, yes, just came right out and said it. And Mr. Valentine, at first I thought he must be Lucy's father, only when I noticed he was well-preserved. I thought he was more likely a brother.

Father, brother, why would you know how men kinfolk can be about a girl like that, living all by herself in a big city is a protective sort of. Oh, she lives all alone, huh? Oh, she's never actually said, but I guess so.