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27 Soft My father, the undertaker, in his soft-shoe dance nimbly at the door with his bright smile. I saw him this morning and heard the patter and the slide and understood at last what was meant by soft shoes. He would get through life that way and leave no bodies behind him, only bury them until he tired of those puzzled or familiar faces looking at him. And retired early. And danced away. ...

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