"I can, and will. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory.
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