You might even tire of me by then, you know. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. Or perhaps my father once. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it the better. And Pottiswick, of course. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance.
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