” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. She loved for him to regale her with the stories of his past, the days of ancient Greece. Sheppard, smiling through her tears. Capes made a quick movement as if to bite that aggressive digit, but it withdrew to Ann Veronica’s side. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered.
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