“More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. Or I should have made love to you long ago. I knew where I would go next: Florence. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. He was interesting and inconclusive, and the original papers to which he referred her discursive were at best only suggestive. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of it.
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