‘More nor that. Some doting parent had taught him well. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone.
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