I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. He had recently made Mr.
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