He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. I tried to have it out with him, but he wouldn’t have it out. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. Who invented them? Nobody knows.
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