The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. ‘And housebreaking,’ added Gerald calmly. ‘Precisely. "Let us hope that, like her who 'loved much,' her sins are forgiven her.
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