She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. He waved a cordial goodbye. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. You had better let me go again.
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