Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. You go home and live on the G. The first peg was torture. What a fool I was to separate the two in my mind. He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she talked about love-making being unconvincing. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to come. ‘I am glad it is you, because you can help me.
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