But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. " The little girl's countenance fell. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. “You will go and see her,” he begged.
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