” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. ” He sat down on her left side and put his hand on her knee, gesturing with his other hand. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. You tell me he didn't like the stuff.
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