" "But why? In the name of God, why? Your flesh and blood! Have you never loved anything?" "Are you indeed my daughter's lawful husband?" Enschede countered. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. He sees men all defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering.
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