“We don’t let to ladies,” they said. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. The boy’s besotted.
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