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I ran up the street — arms open wide, hair flying — to Bogie’s smiling face and safe embrace. We sat in the car for a while — Gleason didn’t know or care what was going on — it was just that Bogie had to see his Baby. What it felt like to be so wanted, so adored! No one had ever felt like that about me. It was all so dramatic, too. Always in the wee small hours when it seemed to Bogie and me that the world was ours — that we were the world. At those times we were.