” She implored him. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. It’s no good hiding it any more.
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