"The natives have foolish ways of saying things. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. He's a nice boy, a good student. 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. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately.
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