I loved her and made love to her, and I don’t think she quite loved me back in the same way. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. Norris. She gurgled. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago.
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