The key is in my trousers. Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house. Set the boy free. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park.
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