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It was delight to come home to something alive,
something that belonged to him, something to share with, something to work
and think for, something that depended upon him.
"Now nix on the scare talk," he comforted. "Forget it! I've lived here
three years alone, and not a single time has anybody come to 'get' me, so
they won't you. There's only one thing can happen us. If I get sick or
spend too much on eating, and don't pay the rent, the man that owns this
building will fire us out. If we, _if we_" Mickey repeated impressively,
"pay our rent regular, in advance, nobody will _ever_ come, not _ever_, so
don't worry."
"Then what's all them bundles?" fretted Peaches. "You ortn't a-got so
much. You'll never get the _next_ rent paid! They'll 'get' me sure."
"Now throttle your engine," advised Mickey. "Stop your car! Smash down on
the brakes! They are things the city you reside in furnishes its
taxpayers, or something like that. I pay my rent, so this is my _share_,
and it's things for you: to make you comfortable.


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