She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. “And yet I do it without compunction. Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. “Go on!” she commanded. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative.
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