So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way and I found that he knew my father well and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.
I made a supreme effort not to do that thing that parents do which is to bore people without children to death by going on and on about how funny their children are so there's none of that hopefully.
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The disembodied spirit is immortal there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.
