His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. They were just nice. “Please let me drive you home. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. He began to tell me something—and stopped.
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