" After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. ” “Better say six,” Mr. I wanted to have something to give up.
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