It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Petals!. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. The assemblage was for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was exhibited. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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