I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life. . Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. . ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. “I’m a vampire. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores.
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