The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. She entered and approached the bunk. One day it was gone. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Not that there had ever been any hope of that.
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