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She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door. Not so bad. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. ” Anna was silent. “But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St.
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