’ ‘But, no,’ She dimpled. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. It was for ever. P.
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