Selling out of the Army to take up his inheritance had spelled boredom to Gerald Alderley. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away.
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