She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. “I have been bearing this—for your sake. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back.
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