Her heartbeat quickened. Her lips were dry and cracked. ’ She shook her head. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. He tried this sentence with expletives. She slipped on a white clingy imitation silk tee-shirt, a sexy number that Shari had bought on super-sale at the Limited. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again.
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