’ Melusine sank against the wall of the corridor, closing her eyes. The modern parts of the book were inspired by my worldview of high school as pure, unadulterated Hell. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. ’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope.
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