It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “Mary! What’s going on! Why are you crying?!” He commanded an answer in a worried and slightly irritated tone. I've always been more or less music-mad.
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