"Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. Bête, she told herself fiercely. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. . Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened.
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