. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. “Mr. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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