. There is something inconglomerate about us. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. I want to enrich it with hangings and gladden it with verses. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported. I must finish it at home.
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