He pushed her small hand into his jeans. He placed his chin upon the top of her head. . Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. I called myself Anna.
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