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If I'm Maisie, like the man said, Maisie was here. For a while I thought Maisie, perhaps there was a chance, would be changed to Maisie Jordan, but my boyfriend Eddie. Well, ever since he's been old enough to hold a steady job, he hasn't.

It's not that Eddie's lazy, but you see, he went to college and studied stuff like 14th Street Flemish poetry. The art of rug weaving amongst the natives of Abyssinia, and all that stuff there ain't a buck in.

Eddie barely makes enough money to pay his room rent, so we stay home a lot. Also, we, uh, both room in the same boarding house and, oh gosh, it must be awfully I better run up to Eddie's room and wake him up or he'll be late for work.

P.E.E.T.E. You told me last night to make sure to wake you up at 6.30. You remember? Food. How can I sleep with all that noise? That's what I can never understand. That loud snoring would wake anybody up.

Hi, Z. Would you please go in and let me be? I've got, uh, I got 28 minutes yet before I have to give my all to Bixell's department store. Thought I'd give you a little extra time to relax before work if I've got you a little coffee.

Mm. Okay, thanks. Just pour it under the door. Well, get up now, I can't sleep anyway. Good. Trip on something and let me in. Sure. Let's get married real soon.