Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. “I’m sorry Lucy! I’m sorry to Mike too! You were right, we’re a mismatch! I just don’t want to be lonely!” Lucy hugged Michelle. ‘I can’t do that.
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