" "Never mind it, my dear Mrs. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. The only thing that was louder to her was the beating of his heart. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you.
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