During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. You’re such a strange girl. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading.
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