Susan poured herself out some more wine. She said: "You're nice. You must come and see me sometime. I live miles away from anywhere with my father. You'll like him."  "Tell me about him."  "He's a curious little man with a walrus mustache."  "What does he do?"  "He's a failure."  "Where does he fail?"  "Oh, he doesn't have any longer," she said. "He's a retired failure, you see. You must meet him."  "I'd like to.

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