She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. I suppose this is what she learns in her infernal London colleges. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people.
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