She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. "Put it under my pillow," he said. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. "Why were you afraid to show me this picture, Winny?" asked the youth.
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