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So Mr. Gulley wraps the heart in the stuff of life, instead, and he hopes it doesn’t tickle much; that it is calming and that it is pleasing and that it glows soft and amber when the window takes in the midday sun.

He replaces the straw every day.

He comes home from business, even if it’s important business, and he cleans and strategically or entirely replaces Edmund’s straw each day. The only exceptions are when he flies more than three hours away from home.

He doesn’t do that very much.

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