Vorsack sat alone at his computer in his pajamas. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Well, that’s the situation. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. I can be that man, the one I know you want. Brendon felt his arm seized. He smiled.
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