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Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. It slid off flimsily. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. He felt her observance and warmed to it. "And now, I've one further request," faltered Jack; "though I scarcely know how to make it. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently.
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