Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. ” “She invited me to dinner anyway.
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