His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. Always as black and bitter as gall. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. Sheppard had been interred.
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