They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. Vaguely she heard the distinctive sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. She would not forgive me.
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