She must kill this man, or kill herself. “Hello, John. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. I have it about me. I’ll buzz him for you.
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