“Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. Look at it, I say. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. The day had become suddenly overcast. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. You may command my services at any time.
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