He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. . Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support.
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