“I must go. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. She had other boyfriends and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time.
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