They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. “It is hard to express one’s self, but I do want to be honest with you.
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