The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. She was practically destitute of jewellery. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him.
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