" "That's well. There's nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of.
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