“Good-bye,” he said earnestly. She was the consummate mother, even when extremely tired, she missed nothing. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. I knew it. Gerald frowned. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. He was an imaginative young man.
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