Gosse took a step or two towards the centre of the room. “Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. It’s a thing I’ve unaccountably overlooked.
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