She was alone with a deadly enemy. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. ‘I knew it. But she had loved the man. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. “I think that it is only an idea.
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