Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. She did not speak to John in the week of school left after the Prom. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs.
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