America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. “John’s here. “Then we go on to this place, the Oeschinensee. After all there are other things. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame.
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