He was not a sailor. She decided not to ask him outright if he wished to make love to her. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. This is a case either of suicide or murder. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all.
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